Words
I have words
words to fill in forms
and to speak to officials
on the telephone
words to buy groceries
and words
to talk to my neighbours
but sometimes
the route between
my heart and
my words
is blocked by
rocks of fear
and incomprehension
and my heart
which if it were
given the vocabulary
would realise its love
for you
reaches in vain
to touch you
by other means.
words to fill in forms
and to speak to officials
on the telephone
words to buy groceries
and words
to talk to my neighbours
but sometimes
the route between
my heart and
my words
is blocked by
rocks of fear
and incomprehension
and my heart
which if it were
given the vocabulary
would realise its love
for you
reaches in vain
to touch you
by other means.
posted by Mary at 1:08 pm
11 Comments:
Beautiful, so beautiful this poem, Mary!
Oh, so lovely.
Mary,
Simply beautiful. My words would not do your thoughts justice. I love your work.
There's always so much more unsaid than said, even at the best of times.
But, speaking as someone who's been touched deeply by your words (not half an hour ago, in fact, and again just now) I would also say: you never know. People don't report back, and words can lie dormant a long time, and suddenly germinate.
(Like I need to tell you that :->)
Strange, isn't it...how writers sometimes can't get the words out for what really matters?
It's a good poem, M.
very nice Mary, really a good one!
Very beautifully said.
I have been reading a lot about words lately ---
Thanks for sharing
Mary, this is lovely! Thank you!
Mary, I tried to comment before and was unable to. I think what I was going to say was that I find this beautiful and electric.
I've just read this poem and your last one, Mary. They're both wonderful.
Thank you all.
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