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~