Forecast: chilling breeze
"Your words are so refreshing", she's saying to me.
Refreshing?
It takes me a minute to sink in before
I whisper, "It's funny, they never leave that way"
Instead they storm off in a huff
Of tears and dust
slamming the door off of its hinges.
Or wander away,
dazed and confused
with nowhere else to go.
But I see they've found a home in you.
These aren't the words I kissed goodbye,
sent packing in the night.
Somewhere in their fearful journey,
across mountain and valley
They were washed clean.
And arrived in your hands
fresh and safe to drink.
It is a wonder they made it all this way,
a kind of relief
Knowing there are traces of me
uncaged, uninhibited...
Soaring, flying free.
Infinite in the ways I am limited,
to dream, to reach, to seek.
Lucky to have your words landing in the right hands and knowing it makes a difference. Good poem
ReplyDeleteNow you've got me wondering about my words!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful written piece that carries so much.
ReplyDeleteGood that your words have made an appreciative landing
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Much💖love
Its always a powerful moment when we realize the words we've put down performed some strange but powerful alchemy in another person's heart. I mean yes, we definitely need to express the words that our close to our hearts for our own sakes (and sanity). But it's great feeling to see what else those words can do.
ReplyDeletewords can be so troublesome. or such great friends. :)
ReplyDeletePoems are like paintings ... observers may draw varied concludions, each enjoying but taking a different message.
ReplyDeletelove the perspective of this poem.. i've had the exact same feeling about things i say and never even thought to examine it like this. you have a keen eye, and keen pen, well done
ReplyDeleteSomething that is inspirational and joyous always rings more true if we sense that there is some suffering behind it.
ReplyDeleteThe power of words lightly said and the power they have to cause joy or anger... never ceases to amaze me.
ReplyDeleteI really love the contrast between the leaving and the reception. Isn't it wonderful how what we birth changes and grows when we share it?
ReplyDeleteMost of my words have the opposite affect, as in I've sent them off in sincerity and they arrive in a package of anger, hatred, contempt... etc.
ReplyDeleteI may need lessons someday.
Words and the messages they convey ... I wonder how many stop before speaking, giving thought to what the recipient will hear. A beautifully penned poem.
ReplyDelete"But I see they've found a home in you." Kindred spirits maybe
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