Monday, January 3, 2011

Searching for Words

As the waters of the everyday
lap, and sometimes crash,
onto the shores of my life,
they erase the words
written with careful fingers
over the decades.

I gesticulate wildly
more often now,
trying to fish out the right word
or any word, really
to effectively communicate
what just might disappear
like an aging dandelion
before I can capture it.


Nonpareil_Infinitly said...

those words that were once placed, are now words we designate : "left behind".
great job my dear. I like what I have read thus far.

Dymphna said...

You're right, though--it's definitely not done yet, is it?

TACParent said...

This is a beautiful poem. My favorite line is, "lap, and sometimes crash." I think that describes beautifully how life appears differently at time. That is a line I can truly feel and experience by reading the words you have chosen. The entire poem is awesome.

Dymphna said...

Wow, thanks!! You always find new things in my poetry!

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