Our words, our lives and identities
with our personalities and family trees
will fall away, disappear, be gone
like fallen leaves as we move on
into That Oneness, That Light where we belong.
Into That Greatest Love, That Joy and Peace,
That Highest Truth and Freedom’s release
we’ll go, finally Knowing who we are
as Life Itself, merging, emerging, Ever One.
September 22, 2025
First day of Autumn
Shelley A. Wilson
Meaningful Short Sentences
Short sentences
command, demand,
reveal, conceal,
uplift, depress,
heal, stress,
agitate, motivate
and moreā¦
Punctuation
or tone of voice
adds layers
to context
even moreā¦
Start. Stop!
Hold on. Let go!
Come here. Go away!
I see. I didnāt know!
Be well. Donāt tell!
Fear not. Watch out!
Youāre hired. Youāre fired!
I love you. I hate you!
She said āYesā. He said āNoā!
Move along. Fight on!
Time to go. Stay here!
Thank you. Bless you!
This Language
has moreā¦
Do others?
I donāt know.
March 26, 2023
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria, BC
Words
There are words emptied of meaning,
words twisted āround and words hurled.
There are words to keep and cherish,
sometimes words that change the world
for good or evil, understood, misunderstood.
There are words to eat slowly,
words to chew on or spit away.
Some words work. Some words play
a role to lift us up or bring us down,
words kept silent, words to sound
with emotions. Words can be lost or found.
Words can energize us or deflate,
words filled with love or hate,
words that comfort or celebrate,
words that grate or agitate.
Words can frighten. Words can heighten
awareness, empower to enlighten,
to delight and brighten up our day.
Words bring together or separate.
Words unite or disintegrate.
Whatever words we do choose
create and shape our world views
into personal or world news.
Whatever language, time or place,
whatever status, gender, race,
there is power in our words.
October 4, 2022- Shelley Audrey Wilson
On my balcony chair, I just listen
as walking words pass by.
Many are the lazy likes-
impatient, abbreviated, unsure,
wanting to like and be liked,
strolling in conversations
parroting and parenting likes.
Uncaring words, the fucks, pass by too-
all but few dressed in tight conformity
while wishing to run free…
Rebel words declare their own identity
fashioned in darkening dialects
of current rebel fashions,
another learned conformity,
parroting and parenting their words too.
The air is filled with sounds-
working machines, sirens of warnings,
masked words, languages evolving…
I listen, then tune out the words
to hear the wondrous songs of birds.
April 14, 2021- Shelley Wilson
Flowerpoet 
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