Verb – an eager, tail-wagging little word,
running wide-eyed between its bigger brothers;
words such as conjunctions, prepositions.
One of grammar’s doers, never content to lie
supine, always knowing that action
speaks louder than other words.
Pronouns are full of their own importance;
adjectives are pure decoration and nouns
are merely appellations. The sturdy verb,
though, moves mountains, spins the galaxies
in their endless courses and propels the heart
through the cannon-muzzle of emotion.
The verb is the jewel in grammar’s crown –
far superior to the common noun.
Copyright © Bill Fitzsimons 2009
Great poem Bill. I like the whole premise of the poem but I especially love “propels the heart through the cannon-muzzle of emotion” and the final rhyming couplet.
Thank you, Terry – glad you like it.
Great poem Bill. Love how the figures of speech become metaphors and how the tools of poetry are personified.
Thank you, Myrna for your gracious comment.
best wishes ,