Wistful Words
Wistful Words
Poetry used to fall from my earthy lips like flowers.
My words were lightning
My hands thunder
My tears like glass and waterfalls
Falling heavily onto each chalky page.
But now my tears are salt
And they fall onto blank pages
What used to be flowers falling from my lips
Are now the ashes of the poems I want to write
But somehow can’t.
They are stuck in that place in my mind
I can’t yet find.
The world is full of delicious ideas
Yet they drip through my callused hands
Like a liquid so pure
I can’t seem to
Hold
On
To
But now I’m slowly starting again
Remembering what was lost
How it feels to write
Like dewy mornings and midnight rain.
The words are here again
Blooming on my tongue.
Finally.
My words were lightning
My hands thunder
My tears like glass and waterfalls
Falling heavily onto each chalky page.
But now my tears are salt
And they fall onto blank pages
What used to be flowers falling from my lips
Are now the ashes of the poems I want to write
But somehow can’t.
They are stuck in that place in my mind
I can’t yet find.
The world is full of delicious ideas
Yet they drip through my callused hands
Like a liquid so pure
I can’t seem to
Hold
On
To
But now I’m slowly starting again
Remembering what was lost
How it feels to write
Like dewy mornings and midnight rain.
The words are here again
Blooming on my tongue.
Finally.
The Voice
August 2023
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