Thursday, March 23, 2006


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.


Blogger Sonia said...

Beautiful, so beautiful this poem, Mary!

1:39 pm  
Blogger Jean said...

Oh, so lovely.

1:45 pm  
Blogger Dave said...

Simply beautiful. My words would not do your thoughts justice. I love your work.

1:49 pm  
Blogger Dale said...

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 :->)

3:23 pm  
Blogger LJ said...

Strange, isn't writers sometimes can't get the words out for what really matters?
It's a good poem, M.

12:26 am  
Blogger rdl said...

very nice Mary, really a good one!

2:50 am  
Blogger Endment said...

Very beautifully said.

I have been reading a lot about words lately ---

Thanks for sharing

1:07 pm  
Anonymous Jess said...

Mary, this is lovely! Thank you!

5:09 pm  
Blogger MB said...

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.

6:59 pm  
Blogger justin said...

I've just read this poem and your last one, Mary. They're both wonderful.

12:23 am  
Blogger Mary said...

Thank you all.

8:33 am  

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