Thursday, 12 January 2012

Lost For Words

When the words don't come
I look for them.

I shine a torch into dark corners,
- dig down into the silt.

Looking for letters that have fallen
from my mouth as I was speaking.

And there, half buried in the sludge
I find them.

Carefully I dig out each one.

Only to discover that they
spell out one word. . .

W R I T E

9 comments:

Kenia Cris said...

Oh that's a very nice way to look for them, I'll certainly try this because I've been falling more and more in long dark spaces of silence I can hardly deal with.

Beautiful!

Take care and keep smiling. :-)

Renee said...

Sometimes it happens we are lost for words and writers certainly need their words. A beautifully written piece that says so much on how one feels. Thank You!

Susannah said...

Thank you Kenia and Renee. :-)

It is really good to see you both. x

Rajesh said...

:) We have all felt this way.

Susannah said...

Good to see you Rajesh. :-)

David said...

lol. Great!

Susannah said...

Good to see you David. x I've missed you. :-)

Carrie Burtt said...

Yes, like an anthropologist of words.....i can so relate to this....love how you crafted this poem Susannah!

Susannah said...

Thanks Carrie. :-)

It is good to see you.x

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