Words Are Just Birds

Words are birds nesting in poet trees.

Words
are birds 
nesting in poet trees
you can see this in
the leak of ink 
from a feather quill
as thoughts take flight
the egg white paper
cracking in many lines
to birth a poem
the art of sharing words 
with others, gathering thoughts 
and doling them out in groups 
that please the eyes and ears....
words to be devoured and 
rolled off the tongue. 
words to cherish and place 
lovingly in a drawer, 
words to tantalize one's libido 
and bring dampness in nether regions....
words that rhyme and that jangle 
and that juxtapose into pictures 
that stimulate the mind...
words are the servings spooned 
from brains that feed 
the minds of others......
take a bath in words, 
feel the heat of them 
rise around you as you 
carefully assemble them 
into a cleansing of the soul....
there are not enough words 
to describe the joy of words....
even Helen Keller in her anorexic, 
malnourished state of vocabulary 
tried constantly to make words 
and then share them..

much to many's delight
words are but birds
nesting in poet trees
shake a few limbs
and bear fruit
set thoughts
to flight
and watch 
them 
soar