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On the Origin of Language

bygreenmountaineer©

Beside his cantilevered stone
he watched the morning fog
and heard a threat he knew as Roar!
and saw a Caw! fly by

before he turned to her and saw
smoke drifting from their fire
up to a sky when he looks there
that burns an Agh! and squints his eyes

but goes away each night when tongue
recalls the time he named her Ummm,
the way she moans when they make love,

and when she cries his name, it's Ah!,
the sound he makes before he comes
to stare at gods that twinkle Oh!

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by Bette41102/02/15

Your written word is perfect; you are truly a gifted poet.

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