Archive for September 13, 2011

Imperative

Think the thought
you can’t think
and you can,
see what you never saw.
Make it visible
Make a poem
Need a word

Lost to dementia

I felt your hand in mine one day
All we once said is gone from words
I don’t know how to go away
The words we said they wouldn’t stay
All we once were now bleeds and hurts
I felt your hand in mine one day
That what I fear to hear you say
I hear it sung by bleeding birds
I don’t know how to go away
The light seems darker now than grey
Now I can’t find the final words
I felt your hand in mine one day
I want it back if I just may
No matter how your clinging hurts
I don’t know how to go away
Demented love, one big decay
All we once said is gone from words
I felt your hand in mine one day
I don’t know how to go away

If I am a rock, I don’t know you

Somewhere we must be the same, for we understand each other. We share.
We cannot understand each other, if we are different.
A rock should understand a tree, for they share the same rain.
When the sun shines, they both get warmer.
But as the tree is not the rock, and the rock no tree,
they don’t know what the other is. They don’t share.
If I am a rock, I don’t know you.

If I can name, I name you

If I can name you, I can keep you
If I keep you, you are real. I need to name.
I need the words for reasons that I need to feel.
If I can name, I name you.

How come we know?

How come we know
what others mean
with the word joy
or the word pain
Or: beauty?
Yet every child learns
to use the words of the mother
and understands.
We know more than we know words.

thoughts after reading “As If” written by Becoming Herself

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