Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Contemplating Words

If I had to write I would quit
Though I must write
It is not the same thing

I have not yet decided whether my Muse
Is Beauty or the Beast

With words we bless and curse
The mess we make with words
Is wiped up…with words

The epitome of longing has no words

Words are not enough
when it comes to you
Let’s enjoy the silence
Together
Alone

Silence is golden
…but only if nurtured by words

Flattery is nothing but tainted noise.

My best words I am saving
For you
But they have not been invented
Yet

Kind words are winter’s roses

J~

2 comments:

  1. This poem definitely shows both the beauty and necessity of words......and of silence!

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