Write patiently,



Syllables don’t just


from cloud

to cloud

as if Noah’s Arc

was reinventing itself–––


a rainbow proclaiming

its glory.



is slow,

when you discover it

piece by folded shirt

by flowing grass blade

to the piece of hair

falling on your cheek

pushed back by a stranger,

a smooth talker.


It’s like the wind:

how you can’t see the meaning

in words, you can only feel them.


April 29, 2014


2 thoughts on “Words

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s