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Every word is a lie that tells itself true.
Before we gave it a sound, what color was blue?
Before we said it sang, did the wind have a voice?
What’s the flavor of home, what’s the weight of a choice?

Without words don’t we know what’s right from what’s wrong?
What did we feel before love came along?
These pearls of power, these kernels of truth,
Exist between tongue, lip, throat, jaw, and tooth.

The marks that we make out from mind, eye, and hand,
Spell out the stars, tides and sea, rising land.
Gone, forgotten, the things never given a name…
Yet unspoken, they lived, loved, and died just the same.

(c) 2015 Jane Bartley Hozier

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  1. I have nothing to say about poetry, since it’s a skill I don’t really possess, so I don’t feel comfortable commenting on it.

    That said, before we gave it a sound, blue was something that reflected photons with a wavelength of 475 nanometers.

    You’re welcome.

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