Words

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When we have had a

Fight

 

It doesn’t happen often

You know

 

I feel I am in a

Foreign country

Landing on unfamiliar

Soil

From some far away

Galaxy

Not knowing who I am

Where I belong

 

Feeling unlike myself

Inside the depths

Of mind   of body

My heat remaining

Silent

 

It is not the words

My dear Love

I do not remember

Words

Do not listen to

Words

My distress rides

On the tone of voice

Used

To speak the words

My Achilles heel

Returning me to

Voices

I remember hearing

In childhood

That put me on the defensive

So     around     around     around

We go     you and I

Then     it ends

 

It takes a small time

For me

To come back into my familiar

Self

Like stillness

After a storm passes

Before a bird begins to sing

Again

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3 thoughts on “Words

  • March 17, 2015 at 4:19 am
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    Another beautiful poem, Mom!
    I especially love the last few lines.
    Thanks for sharing. Love, Andy

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  • March 17, 2015 at 5:37 pm
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    Wendy
    This is a lovely poem, it strikes at the core because of its honesty. I can relate… So often it is not the words but tone, the implication…and I love the way you capture the need to regain the self, what is intrinsic to ones own being
    So true, so lovely.

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