Ripples
swell my contours
amidst conversations
draped casual
as I envelope the events
emerging
from folds of time into
a minute swinging the
present and a past
How I steal
time to confront
when left to count the
autumn petals
sowed in black and white
snippets
The wind flutters
gathering the ‘news’ for
me
while I succumb to dictated
ironies
of my four year old’s
innocence
Often more than not
I journey with words
and yet
fail to quantify or
perhaps, qualify
(as if it can be done
so)
How some are left
to drift
with that faraway boat
disappearing into the
horizon
If only
I could paint the
contrasts
on a window
halved to open and close
together
the sunrise and sunset
the unseen void lives accepted
light streams in,
nevertheless
MeetingTheBar
~ When words fail
I have drifted, let me confess. Began somewhere, went somewhere and ended somewhere. Too many 'news' in my family. i think it tends to trickle in.
Wonderful to have you back after a long time !, words are flowing beautifully!!
ReplyDeleteSo often we fail to choose just the right words, I think. We don't qualify or quantify enough to make our meanings understandable. I like the part about words drifting with that faraway boat and disappearing into the horizon. That describes what sometimes happens perfectly.
ReplyDeletethe feeling of needing to qualify is not a fun one...as if you are inadequate....that last stanza is my fav as it really captures the feel for me....
ReplyDeleteYour confession at the end of your post really connects with the overall theme> When words fail… I like the idea of painting with contrasts, by the way.
ReplyDeletesmiles... there's nothing wrong with drifting in your writing... i do this a lot and tend to mix all the things that happened during the day into my poems... it is what makes them real
ReplyDeleteSo often painting the big things can only be done by looking at what's reflected in the small things
ReplyDeleteLovely close there especially with the window frame and you've given us a window. I think I owe you a book. I am sorry! I'm not good with mail and my life has hardly been my own. Agh. Will check. K.
ReplyDeletewell conveyed thoughts.....enjoyed reading!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your drifting words specially the ending stanza ~ Some days I find it hard to put into words my thoughts too ~
ReplyDeleteTrue. Sometimes words just can't contain all the truth and beauty around us. I love this part - Often more than not
ReplyDeleteI journey with words
and yet
fail to quantify or perhaps, qualify
(as if it can be done so)
I liked your drifting Akila..very nice:)
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