Rea, your poem and the artwork echo each other so strongly. Light and shadow, creation and destruction. You captured how words can be both a wound and a spell. Beautifully done. 💛
Lovely. In other words, we need to be aware of our own energy. Take responsibility for yourselves, which means taking responsibility for others in the right way
Absolutely! Every word spoken, or even thought, is an incantation that will call forth something. The more you use the positive or the negative, the greater the manifestations over time.
The effects can be hard to recognize in yourself, as they dance like flame, easy to feel, hard to hold.
Be careful who you call; they may stand with you a long time.
Eloquently written.
Thank you, Aurelia. I missed you.
A powerful piece of poetry to start my Tuesday reading.
Words can exhilarate…..
words can also destroy, unfortunately also very true ….
🙏
Thank you, Mark! We don't realize their power.
So true 🙏
Rea, your poem and the artwork echo each other so strongly. Light and shadow, creation and destruction. You captured how words can be both a wound and a spell. Beautifully done. 💛
Thank you for seeing my words, Celia. 💫🧡
You’re welcome, Rea. You write beautifully ✨🧡
Beautiful Rea! Words are a powerful thing, and I can say yours are one of my favorites ❤️
Thank you, Gabriela! ❤️
Aahh!! Rea!! I really wanted to restack the last line!! 😭❤️🩹❤️🩹
Another absolutely beautiful piece! 💖🥹
Thank you, Aster! I’m happy you enjoyed it! <3
Ofcourse dear!💖
beautiful. you’re speaking to me now. :)
Well, thank you, Pen. : )
A beautiful meditation . . words have the power to change our perspective
Thank you.
So beautiful area💜💜💜
Thank you, Hannah. 🤍🤍
Yes...our words matter. Thanks, Rea.
Thanks Jen.
Yes—
and sometimes I think every sentence
is a spell cast in the direction of our lives.
We forget how easily language lays foundations:
how a single phrase can open a door,
or lock one.
I’m learning to weigh my words like seeds—
to plant only what I’m willing to tend,
to speak toward the world I want to inhabit,
because even casual utterances
take root somewhere.
I agree that every word is a spell we cast. Thank you, Marie.
This poem is a solemn hymn to language, reminding us that every word carries weight.
Words are not mere sounds they conjure realities, shaping the fragile fabric of our lives.
They rise like incantations, pulled from hidden depths into the air we all breathe.
Spoken carelessly, they wound, leaving scars that linger long after silence returns.
What seems harmless can become devastating, echoing madness or cruelty without intent.
Yet within their danger lies their gift: words can praise, heal, and lift the broken.
Every utterance becomes a choice between destruction and tenderness, chaos and creation.
The poem insists that language is responsibility, a sacred trust we hold in our mouths.
To speak is to shape the world, to honor its fragility with care and compassion.
And when words are used with love, they become not weapons but blessings, luminous and enduring.
Thank you for taking the time to read and making sense of it, Adrião.
Lovely. In other words, we need to be aware of our own energy. Take responsibility for yourselves, which means taking responsibility for others in the right way
Thank you, Andrew. Exactly.
Absolutely! Every word spoken, or even thought, is an incantation that will call forth something. The more you use the positive or the negative, the greater the manifestations over time.
The effects can be hard to recognize in yourself, as they dance like flame, easy to feel, hard to hold.
Be careful who you call; they may stand with you a long time.
People don't realize this, Emma. Thank you. 💞
So true and you wrote it beautifully ❤️
Thank you, Storm Whisperer. 🤍🤍
Ohhh this one crackles, Rea — like you’re casting a spell while warning us about spells.
I love how you make words feel like living creatures, half-angel, half-underworld, all-power.
And you’re right… we toss them around like they’re dust, when half the time they’re actually little knives or little lanterns.
Depends who’s holding them, I guess.
Your poem made me sit up straighter — like, “okay okay, I’ll mind my mouth.”
Beautiful surge of imagery, fierce but gentle.
Words are magical and I'm pleased they did their work. 😊
Thank you for always supporting me. You are a treasure!
Thank you, Jake.