32: Struck

Sun beams strike me,
Struck a chord, bursting, at the seams.
Cushions a failing harmony, which,
Strikes tender heartstrings.

Pins fall, awestruck by the bowling ball,
Travelling to, by, and past, the last.
Grovelling by the bay, praying,
For a chance at salvation, redemption.

Some beams strike hard,
Upon the thoughts of you, star struck.
Struck and stuck, striking, strutting,
Stuttering through, a bumbling fool.

Once struck, a lightning bolt carries,
Joules of energy, shocking,
Falling feeling, never-ending.
The bolt of Cupid, striking.

Rumbling, rambling,
Tumbling, fumbling.
Only a fool can deny,
Once struck, struck true.

31: Words

This comes as an inspiration after attending "Quiet Mornings" launch event.

Parts of sentence meaningless standing alone,
Forming meaning once strung.
Powerful emotions binding one,
And the ones yet bound.

Phrases uttered, sentences jumbled.
Words are just words.
Words carry no powers half-hearted.
Until life is bestowed upon them.

Simple words strung together by a poet,
Oozing of emotions.
The literal no longer present,
When the intent behind them is clear.

Raw emotions that sway and fray,
Or give hope to those who pray.
For those who hear,
The literal is a melody, a gentle crooning to the ears.
For those who listen,
The intent is a symphony, angry waves of tears.

Swords and shields may clash,
But the pen is always greater.
In conveying what matters,
Words aren't just words.