Feelspeak

This is a poem about writing

Some days poetry flows from the tounge:
A feeling that rushes over me.
Lips appointed to speak the sentiment
Of thoughts that touch their every second.

Some days my words dissolve into the voices of the crowd:
Superfluous thoughts
That drift towards their disappearance
Like tears that meld with the rain.

Some days I fight for words I cannot say.
Like a wintered city wrapped in silence,
Yearning for its morning life,
Stands empty in our sleep.

Some days I translate the silent langugage
Given by the future as it slips into the past
And leaves a trace in the words I speak
That barely point at what I feel.

Author's Note

And some days I even think I could understand such things...

Reviews

[Lulubel]

I love the imagery you use. This really is an amazing poem.

[Mortricia]

Wonderful! I agree with Nessa, great title. What a wonderful way of putting something like this into words. Bravissimo.

[Nessa Aurinko]

'Some days I fight for words I cannot say.'

Beautiful.

Also, I love the title.

[Gilad Levanon]

An eloquent description of feelings that I suspect resonate with almost every single one of us on this site. Love the title.

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Wonderfully penned, truthful piece about writing. Nicely done!

[Poetic Beauty]

This think we have all went through these various steps with communication at one point or another. You have described this perfectly

[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

i liked it...its so true we all see and feel poetry in different ways...