Words come from different bowls
yet are poured in different portions.
Laced with experience and emotions
they are either muffled or distorted.
Sometimes even lost in interpretations
to breaths, pauses, and modulations.
Between a cup and a lip fluids drip
words that slip in a confusing flip.
It doesn’t matter what you said
or how you said it, it’s how it’s read.
People read things based on them
their experience and their mental states.
We only relate to situational filters
and emotional funnels from words.
Many times we listen for replies
but we fail to reflect on what something means.
Still words whether in art or talks
are our means to communicate needs.
Where people need to be understood
poets need to be heard and felt.
So brace yourself for you are responsible for
what you say not what they understand.
To each his/her filter and funnel
so go ahead let your words channel.
I will adjust my dial and fix my antenna
to better see and hear you, I hope you do too.
Poetry is born thrice once when written
by a poet, again when read and lastly when received.