Nothing left to say


Words fail me now

They come in drunken  processions

stumble over the threshold

and stare at me unwillingly to help out

Their eyes are red and their noses blue

and I won’t bother to sober them up

or put them back on the barstools

when they fall over

I might even kick them instead


Because what is there left to say

So  words could be of use?

Either way,

you go or stay,

I lose


Comments on: "Nothing left to say" (44)

  1. Sometimes that’s the way it is and good to be honest with ourselves. A lot said in few word here. Good quality. Thanks, Ina, for another good read.

    Musing by Moonlight
    Into the Bardo

  2. belfastdavid said:

    Such a very sad poem.

    The depth of emotion captured so very succinctly – what poetry is all about really

    • Thank you David. Somehow sadness seems more suitable for a poem than joy.
      The last bit was in rhyme, not sure that is ‘done’ in a free verse poem, but it just happened to be like that. 🙂

  3. belfastdavid said:

    Broadening the topic out a bit, I was having a discussion with others at the Leeds Writers’ Circle about the quality of the teaching in schools today –

    It seems we allow children to find their own vocabulary rather than educating them about words and about grammar. The result is that if they are brought up in an environment where limited vocabulary is used then that is all they will learn.
    Thus they never learn to debate or to reason and when they are in difficult situations do not have the words to express themselves, to make themselves understood.
    The result is frustration, anger and aggression which we see repeatedly on the streets of our cities.

    Rant over. Sorry but it depresses me

    • I think you are right there. If you haven’t learnt to express your feelings (in words for instance) how are you to grasp your emotions? Kids should be tought about expressing themselves! They do like rap and music? So why not poetry?

      I remember I liked to write essays in school but the teachers didn’t have time for that, so we hardly got any. And most kids hated doing them. We never had any lessons about poetry.

      Maybe if reading and writing poetry got stimulated in schools somehow, there would be less aggression.

      I learnt a new word today : succinctly. Thanks 🙂

      • You are doing really, really well with your English. Kudos!

      • belfastdavid said:

        I do believe you are right Ina,

        Children, in my experience, love to express themselves in poetry particularly if the topic is something which interests them and if they are not too constrained by the “rules”

        It allows them to use their imaginations and they are prepared to do that more willingly than adults in my experience

        • Maybe poets could help out in schools and make poetry a loved subject? Just a thought. I saw goalie Van der Sar with children, and I think if that can be done with sports, why not with poetry?

          • belfastdavid said:

            I have a friend Ina who is trying to do just that at the moment – take poetry and theatre into schools.

            I hope he is able to make a success of it

            • That is great 🙂 I wonder how he will get
              the pupils’ attention and interest!
              I think in bigger cities more is done for
              children than in the country.
              Children in Amsterdam have a lot
              more culture to absorb than children
              in remote villages. Maybe
              culture should be more
              standard in schools. ?

            • belfastdavid said:

              At the end of the day Ina,
              I think it is all down
              to good teachers
              My parents were
              both teachers,
              my mother taught
              English and my
              father mathematics
              – some of that,
              I guess, rubbed off
              at home

            • Yes a good
              is worth
              a lot 🙂

              My mother
              taught me
              to read
              and write
              when I
              was 4
              and it
              was very
              in my life.
              And she
              never had
              any real
              herself! 🙂

  4. Nothing left to say yet so much still present in thoughts… You nailed that all in this beautiful poem of yours… 🙂

    This is one honest poem, expressed on the raw thoughts linger… *thumbs up*… A prefect write, I have to say.. 🙂

  5. You’re producing so much great work at the moment, Ina – what’s the secret?! Seriously, your latest poems are fantastic; you have definitely found your poetic voice.

    • I had the time to think about how I want a poem to be. But I am still a novice, and learning. Thank you very much for the encouraging comment!

  6. Concise and emotional poem. great

  7. Stopped in to let you know that your poem was published today on my site. Thanks again for allowing me to share it! Peace.

  8. This one brought me in, want to know more. Thanks for this.

  9. Jessica said:

    That’s a sadder one from you, Ina. But it’s well written and I like the ending.
    Thanks for visiting me earlier.

  10. The end is so sad but at the same time so beautiful and realistic! We always gain and lose something…

  11. so sad but the poem is a winner 🙂

  12. awesome.

    nobody knows that English is not your mother tongue..
    keep smiling.


  13. Profound and introspective piece…

  14. Interesting Input.Well written!

  15. Ina, I believe poetry is the true, unbound and non fabricated portrayal of feelings, exactly as you have done here and done beautifully.

  16. J Sirrah said:

    Ah,emotions flowing like the river to the sea.This is a favorite of mine.Wonderful,simply wonderful Ina:)

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