Words are my passion.
They float on silvery wisps
Through my subconscious,
Swirling whispers waiting
To be plucked from the air,
Shaped and molded
Into snippets of emotion
Released into the wilds.
Even after years
Of practicing my craft,
I still find at moments like this,
When loss reaches
Into my world yet again
The words just disappear,
No consoling phrase to tender
A soothing balm for a mournful soul.
All I can do is offer a hug
And a prayer directed heavenward,
Asking for some sense
Of comfort for the bereaved.
8 comments:
I can certainly identify with this.
I think we all go through this at some point or another.authentic piece.
Lovely. And I can most definitely relate!
Perhaps prayers are the best words we can offer at such times.
Hi Mary,
Yes we all seem at a loss of for words sometimes and then we get it back. Perhaps we just need a break sometimes and breathe. Please feel free to pop in at mine sometime. Sorry I couldn't sign in today. But I would next time. Promise.
Greetings,
-Adura Ojo
http://adura-ojo.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/aina.html
Ah the wonder of words and the sadness when they temporarily allude us...
Anna :o]
Yes, the most difficult of all things to write.
I so know this feeling. Well done, Mary.
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