New words

I ask for new words

and I receive new colors.

Are colors words?

Then,

what good is a word

if I don’t understand it?

If it is just sounds?

Perhaps the mynah’s call

is my new word for God

or the gentle

                            phulff of the wind,

turning a page of a book.

Phurhh whispers

the breeze in my ear,

a new word for love.

Latikal say the fountain,

“contentment”.