THE WORDS ARE GONE

Dec 2013 006

I CANNOT WRITE

THE WORDS ARE GONE

A WHISPER ON THE WIND

UNMINDFUL OF THE NEED

THEY FLY AWAY

NOT TO BE RESTRAINED

NO LEASH OR CAGE

OF LOVE OR STEEL

WILL HOLD THE WHISPER IN

JUST OUT OF REACH

JUST OUT OF SIGHT

ALWAYS NEAR SOMEHOW

WHIRLING, WHIRLING

NEVER SETTLING

TEASING, TEASING

NEVER WITHIN REACH.

THE WORDS I KNOW ARE GONE.

10 thoughts on “THE WORDS ARE GONE

  1. fairydisenchantment

    And yet here you are, finding such precise and wonderful ones. 🙂

    It takes so long for me to write lately; too short a reprieve from the “brain fog”. Looking for “le mot juste” I will waste hours on “le mot juste on the tip of my tongue”!

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  2. Jill Dunbar

    As usual, my words must be gone as well, as all I can think of is the usual —“well said, Pam”.

    Peace and love,

    Jill

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  3. barbtaub

    This is so beautiful! I particularly like the image of dancing, taunting words, floating just out of reachl

    But I have to confess that a poem that says it’s whispering feels like screams because of the caps. Can you explain your thoughts with having it all upper case?

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  4. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words

    I love this!
    perfect whispers for the creative mind
    and in the language of the heart of a writer…poet…
    )0(

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