Thursday, February 25, 2010

When I've Run Out of Words




When I've nothing left to write
And all my other thoughts are 
Too private to type
Or too me to expose
Or too vapid to admit,
I read. 

And oceans lap my toes.

The skies open, 
And the hands of God 
Are sculpting mountains.

I feel the lips of a
Long anticipated lover
Softly brushing against my neck.

I am lost.
Lost in the words of another.
Lost in words of Divine Inspiration.
Lost in the words of the world. 

I am happy
And free in 
My ever churning
Torrent of words.



5 comments:

  1. Very thought provoking poemu friend. Well done.

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  2. Love this. Awesome job. Really love the imagery of God's hands sculpting mountains.

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  3. This is probably my most favorite one yet!! I can relate to it so much. Beautiful.

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