Linguistic Analysis


Some inquisitive professor started
Counting the use of our language:
Content words; function words; etc*

Of course I should fall in love with
This analysis of my use of words
Affording a window into the soul

More worrying though is the fact
That such a linguistic analysis
Might be undertaken by others

Unless – once bitten, twice shy
I have had the opportunity to
Duly preprune my outpourings

At this point as if riding to my rescue
Poetry raised its beautiful head and
We nodded to one another in unison



About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on September 15, 2014, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. When I get to the point where I have nothing better to do than complain about how many times someone uses the word “I”, I hope they’ll finally put me out to pasture.

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  2. Yah, I always write poetry in the face of the unfathomable. Which happens a bit, as you’ve noticed in your own life 😉

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  3. Poetry to the rescue every time.. 🙂

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  4. I love this, Ben – to say the least!

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