Saturday, July 9, 2016

Twilight Musings


She lives the poetry she cannot write. | Oscar Wilde | I sure hope that the people who 'read' my poetry feel a long lasting pleasant emotion...!:

words fail me
i know not how to tell of that i know not how to feel
i cannot explain what i experience
and i do not experience what i do explain
life is contradictory
rhyme and reason are imagined devices
inventions to soothe us
when we think too much
see too much
feel too much
we put things in boxes for fear of not understanding, not knowing
but in so doing
we make it impossible to do those very things
words are such paltry devices
language fails where it is most needed
the things we so desperately need to communicate
are the very things beyond the capacities of communication
in living to capture meaning
we lose it
in trying to simulate feeling
we destroy it
life is not meant to be described or explained
it is meant to be experienced
we get so lost in trying to capture
a moment
that we keep missing it
put down your net
and just watch the moment fly
feel it in your core
take only what is meant to be taken
and then let it go