The Gift of Words



“I am the poet of the poor,

because I was poor when I loved;

since I could not give gifts,

I gave words.”


~ Ovid






when shared

from the heart

the most rewarding gift





spoken or written

words cannot define nature

her seasons of love




his feelings could not find the word
love and hate and everything in between
laughing and crying his thoughts unheard
confused ideas kept in his head
searching for a way to escape
fear kept them from being said
spoken with an impulsive urge
tripping over his own tongue
from what language did they emerge
written, over, over and over again
even the thesaurus was of no help
his somatesthesia was all in vain
eventually silence was all that he heard
his feelings could not find the word.


ME and the Boss


This form was borrowed from Robert Frost,  “Acquainted with the Night”

somatesthesia: the perception of tactual or gut sensations;



About merb010

Spring Hill, FL, United States Two nice old folks just hanging out, not hurting a bug or anything larger. The years have been kind to us and we now we are enjoying our golden years reading and writing. We are grateful for the God given talents that we now use to help others. View all posts by merb010

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