Words

WORDS

“Distance means so little when someone means so much”

 

These written words are my flesh.

Trying to fly to you, I learn gravity is not my friend

So instead of a vibrant humming bird, I am an angry gargoyle

Stuck with nothing but a headache and a pen.

 

Listen for me in the depths of your throat while we are apart

And I will listen for you in my every thought.

 

I no longer try to fly,

My clipped wings leave me stranded

Left only to serenade you with my scribbles,

Drenching you with as much love as I can pack into a single word.

 

So listen for me in the depths your throat while we are apart

And I will listen for you in my every thought.

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20 Comments

  1. Joszann

    Thanks for visiting Ashley. Beautiful thoughts,I like the listening part you mention.Sometimes we need to listen to the words,they are always saying something.

  2. Haunting… I loved this! Thank you for visiting my blog 🙂

  3. love this poem

  4. My clipped wings! What a perfect metaphor!
    Wonderful poem!

  5. Thanks for visiting my blog

  6. Hauntingly beautiful

  7. “[…] stranded
    Left only to serenade you with my scribbles,
    Drenching you with as much love as I can pack into a single word.”
    Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. The alliteration of serenade with scribbles sets up single word perfectly.

  8. Fantastic…the words ‘I no longer try to fly, my clipped wings leave me stranded’ are so evocative they are heartbreaking! 🙂

  9. Thanks for liking my post. I like yours too! and here is something for You…Dont peck & scratch with the chickens for sustenance! You are an EAGLE not a chicken! Reach to the highest then… With the wings of the eagle you were born to be! And forever be free! lov, thia

  10. eternalcadence

    hey!
    i love you poem!! very creative!!

  11. I really like your poetry. This one in particular seems like it’s meant to be read aloud; lines like ‘serenade you with my scribbles’ sound too good to be read silently.

  12. Beautiful thoughts. Thanks for visiting my blog.

  13. “Stuck with nothing but a headache and a pen” fabulous line sets the whole tone for this

  14. A beautiful poem, and I loved the refrain. Thanks for the visit and the like – I’m honoured:-)

  15. Great poetry…thanks for visiting my blog as well…

  16. Thanks for stopping by stillvoicing!

  17. I think your scribbles are just fine. I thought you might like this (it helped me with my scribbles). Imagine that me an old fart…. But I can still clear a room…
    www. poetrymagic.co.UK/approaches.html

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