I keep trying to say something of what the heart knows without learning it but it’s like explaining why the sky bruises purple just before dark or why leaving still tastes like metal in my mouth. The words aren’t wrong but they feel too small too thin for what they’re meant to hold. I try to speak honestly and end up with something like a coin slipped into the wrong person’s hand. Still, there’s a beauty in the trying, a stubborn, mule-hearted beauty. We keep lifting the words as if they were stones on a hill we know we’ll never finish climbing. And yet we climb. Because sometimes a single syllable comes close, not to telling the truth, but to becoming the ache of it.
Thanks, Paul. I felt some anguish, like someone waiting for someone who never comes. Maybe it's because I feel that too, that words are never enough to express the overwhelming force of emotions.
Grateful to @Jacqueline's Creative Outlet for this restack—thank you, Jacqui!
Thank you for the share, @Lique ! 🙏😊
Thanks to @Jane Deegan for this restack—I’m grateful. 🙏😊
Good Wednesday, @Leslie Ann and thank you for sharing this!
Thanks to @Kimberly Root for this restack
My thanks to @mitch for this restack.
Thanks to @Gary Spangler for the restack
Paul, I’m always happy to re-stack your fine poetry.
I appreciate that, Gary, and I appreciate your continued support.
My thanks to @KathieOC for this restack
Thanks for sharing this, @Kathleen Hobbs
You’re welcome, Paul
Thank you for the restack, @Don Boivin
Close my eyes
See violet and yellow fuse
In sun rays warm falling down vitamins, verily with reaching top of hill.
Why do words sadness bring light to dark corners.
Eyes see the answers. A heart beat away.
Can’t see the next moment. Just open my eyes words fly. Birds in flight.
Yes, Richbee, eyes see the answer a heartbeat away
Beautiful comment, Richbee
Good you understand.
Beautiful Paul. But this part is how I feel sometimes when I read your poems and others that write so exquisitely.
The words aren’t wrong
but they feel too small
too thin
for what they’re meant to hold.
I feel that way most of the time, whether I’m writing or not, Kathleen.
Thanks, Paul. I felt some anguish, like someone waiting for someone who never comes. Maybe it's because I feel that too, that words are never enough to express the overwhelming force of emotions.
I know you know that feeling, Rolando!
Defining the process of writing so perfectly…
I often find that what I can say does not always, even often, capture what I mean and I always look for ways to close the distance between the two.
that search here and impossible to not see. although in our eyes you achieve that goal again and again.
Beautiful, Paul💙🦋💙
“Still, there’s a beauty
in the trying,
a stubborn, mule-hearted beauty.”
Leaving does taste like metal!!! And there is beauty in trying. Great job.
Thank you for creating and commenting, Michael.