If One Should Think

Words of art are an infinite solitude

Just like dictionaries are so much more than definitions

The words they hold and nurture have meaning

My mind is a dictionary

An infinite solitude that holds meaning

Or is my mind just a brain? Made of cells and nerves that can write words and make an original thought once in a while

My mind is just an organ, and a dictionary is just made of papers and ink.

Cloud- noun: a visible mass of water vapor floating in the atmosphere

A cloud, just like a dictionary and my mind, holds something, holds meaning and not just water. Clouds are astonishing. Clouds are God’s artists at work. Painting the sky, always making sure that a “ cloudy day” is a happy thing.

Kithchen- noun: a room or area where food is prepared

A kitchen is more personal and intimate than this. A kitchen just like my mind and a dictionary and a cloud holds meaning, a lot of things do, but a kitchen is a faded scrapbook memory of blue, red, orange, pink, green, and yellow. A kitchen is where words are spoken and memories are made.

I could go on and on throughout the dictionary trying my best to explain how each and every word holds meaning, but you wouldn’t understand

Because at the end of the day words are just spoken things, a dictionary is just a book, my mind is just an organ, clouds are just water that rains on everyone’s day, a kitchen is just an area for food, a poet just writes poems, and a sunset is just the world turning.

Of course there is so much more to this beautiful world than definitions and explainations, but if somehow this were all true then this poem holds no meaning

And perhaps it is not the poet anymore who writes the poem but a person with an original thought and a brain