it’s not a lack of words
it’s an over-abundance of them
like a scream that never ends
constantly shrieking in my head
and I don’t know how to channel…
what refuses to be contained
I want to write….
wish I could speak…
but the only thing silent…
seems to be me
they tell me…
take a breath…
take a beat…
but the pressure doesn’t ease
if thoughts are forming…
I can’t hear them above the noise
the chaos is too deafening
energy becomes precious
and I horde it…
guarding it carefully
it’s a wall of horrors and cruelty
relentlessly intruding…
on what used to be…
reality?
I imagine that’s their intention
bury us in a flood of information
don’t allow time to recharge…
keep us disconnected
I still hold love at the forefront
resolutely pushing hatred away
but the anger…
that never fades
so I use it…
to fan my spirit’s flames
keeping the fire going…
while I gather my strength
no…
it’s not a lack of words
there are just…
too many
Words will never hurt you, so keep on writing.
Thank you
Powerfully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write with lots of deep layers my friend. Your voice gives emotion and life to your words, love your use of the piano.. You know how to make a return, I brought some matches and marshmallows for the bonfire. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
For some reason, I picture us sitting around that fire singing We Will Rock You by Queen. No Kumbaya or Row Row Row Your Boat. Kick it up with some fierce fight songs,I say. I’ll grab Wet Ones for the gooey fingers we’re bound to get from the marshmallows. Thank you, my friend
Wow…..great return to the site.
Just let the words flow.You won’t be able to hold them back anyway.
💋
When they’re ready, they’ll come. I’m just biding my time and building energy…for now. Thank you
Try drawing, or painting. Seriously. There are so many outlets for expression. You just have to channel it somewhere. Chaos is a constant. But we have to shine above it. You can and we can’t wait to see.
You are awesome!
I actually have a number of creative outlets, though painting has proven to not be among my talents. But when the muse stops speaking, they all go dormant at once. It will come in its time. If you’re saying I should stop writing, that’s not likely to happen. 😂 Thank you
Why would I suggest you stop writing? I am all about encouraging others to write as much as they can. We all have a dry spell at times. So I was simply saying find an outlet that continues your creative sparks, if you feel like it of course.
Writing is in our blood. There is no stopping.
I was joking. I didn’t think you were telling me to stop writing. You once gave me an earful on DU for deactivating – because you said I was too good a writer to quit. I do get a fair amount of “oh just be quiet” in my real world though. Decades later I’m still ignoring them. 😂 Thank you
I will try to make this brief. Ha! Me? LOL
Creative writing was my salvation through so many periods in my life. I still do have a glitch when I speak sometimes. But as the years went by, creative writing became my avenue. My confidence soared from that. Writing is our cape!
And yes, you are a good writer, Willow. You have a maturity that solidifies your place in writing. I admire you for your results.
Thank you. The rest of my words skipped town with that 😊
I hope I get to see this bonfire because she came back with a burner. Your words are powerful, very nice piece
The bonfire is open to all. Damian and I are flaming marshmallow fiends though, so bring extras. 😂 I’m conserving my strength. When the muse decides she’s ready, it will likely be a firestorm of stuff. Thank you, Fia
Holding our words always backfires. Anger has so much power. It can be overwhelming.
I totally get this write.
I wish I was choosing to hold back my words. They’re refusing to come. But when they’re ready, they’ll start brewing. For now…I’m using my anger to keep the fire inside going. Thank you
YES!!! Not only is Willow back, she comes with FIRE!!! Isn’t that usually the case with real poets, there are too many words, too much emotion and we cannot hold them back even if we try. They demand to be spoken, written on parchment, sung to the universe. These words are like lava, burning as they go, scorching the earth with an anger born of seeing, feeling, too much pain. Or at times seeing and feeling a shared connection with a fellow traveler while holding hands. And, we take these too many words and shape our world, influence those around us and make the world colorful.
Speak Willow, Speak!!!
-Curt
I’ve been silent for more than a month. Words spin but won’t release. This was one of the last 2 poems I wrote before silence descended. I’m looking forward to the cork finally blowing out of the bottle. I imagine it will be one helluva blast. 😂 Thank you, Curt
That storm in your skull feels real—too many words clawing for daylight while you’re just trying to breathe.
But I like the stubborn fire in you, using the anger as fuel instead of letting it burn the whole house down.
I figure if I burn the house down, where will I rest my bones? Feast or famine, isn’t it? Cacophony of words…or silence. I’ll get my fire built back up enough to sear the page again. Thank you, Thomas