A life is not made of words.
I can say I am happy and fulfilled
even as I lie awake worrying in the night.
I can remark on how well you look
even when I see the way you pause
at the doorstep and hesitate on the stairs.
Words do not arrive in the morning,
sleepy-eyed with tousled hair to climb
into bed and cuddle as the day begins.
Words do not dance on wedding days
or sit with a dying lover, mother, father, friend.
Words do not walk long roads barefoot
to bring food home for hungry bellies.
Words do not gather in solidarity
on the streets and cry for justice.
Words do not rise with infinite stars
or sink gently into the soft and forgiving earth.
Words do not wonder as winter settles in.
Music pairing: Anais Mitchell: The Words
November frost and berries | photo by Diane Perazzo
I hereby declare that this written work is entirely my own creation and was not generated using artificial intelligence. All wording, structure and ideas are conceived and organically grown from my own unique human experience, personal thoughts, efforts, knowledge and research.
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Dear Diane – So poignant, the imagery and sensations you bring about with your poetry. It’s a gift. – Liz
Thanks so much Liz! I am grateful to have these words flow through me. xo
You have captured the essence of one of my favourite words, “ineffable”.
Oh yes, that is an awesome word!!