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:
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. :-)
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!
Thank you Kenia and Renee. :-)
It is really good to see you both. x
:) We have all felt this way.
Good to see you Rajesh. :-)
lol. Great!
Good to see you David. x I've missed you. :-)
Yes, like an anthropologist of words.....i can so relate to this....love how you crafted this poem Susannah!
Thanks Carrie. :-)
It is good to see you.x
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