Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Words I Had Forgotten
I traced words on leaves,
with my fingers and my toes.
I scattered them in the orange grove,
and watched how they were swept into the heavens.
The fields nearby were Peridot green,
inviting and unassuming,
I knelt down,
wishing the scars would heal,
and I can find them once again.
The sun shined with regret,
attempting to console my emptiness.
The wounds of life led me to abandon
the words I love as I buried them deep inside.
Poetry, my old friend,
you found me while I played hide and seek
with my words.
While I wrote them on napkins and receipts
and tossed them away.
Poetry you found me in the ocean,
on a moonlit night,
the tide was rising,
the fish were biting.
You found me and I could no longer hide.
I had forgotten how you heal me,
how you awaken my desire,
how you let my soul dance outside my body.
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My Computer has a virus so I attempted to post this and had a problem. My friends we were asked to choose one poem that we wrote over the course of this year. It was not an easy task to choose, but this seemed appropriate. I want to take this occasion and thank the entire team for their work, dedication and inspiration. Thank you to all the poets for your words and continued support.
ReplyDeletepoetry my old friend...you found me...smiles....i am glad it did your words this year have been a blessing...you are quite the person and poet ma'am....smiles.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brian. You are an amazing poet and a great friend. I appreciate all your work and your support.
DeleteThis was beautiful! I'm glad poetry found you again--you obviously have a gift for it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dana. I am so happy it did.xoxo
ReplyDeleteI had forgotten how you heal me,
ReplyDeletehow you awaken my desire,
how you let my soul dance outside my body.
Poetry is that powerful tool that connects. We are often not aware on how it had governed our lives. Nice write ayala!
Hank