Not a real thoughtno
no not really
not a place
more like a feeling
no real words
no thoughts
to name them
safe warm silence
hold me close
near the soul
but hesitating
finding freedom
finally fading
not a real thought
no
not really
not a question
nor an answer
just a call
so slight, so slow
not a meaning
more a dancing
like a wistful need to know
not a real thought
no not
really
now a wondering
gently tumbling
falling with no place to go
mindless seeking
thought-filled hiding
sadness, shyness
saying so
not a need to place my finger
more a place that needs a touch
not a real thought
no
no not really
safe warm silence
hold me close
—me strauss Letting me be
Liz:
ReplyDeleteI like this. Every communicator probably has felt these things...and every person who is expected to be wise or loving in the situtations of life. We sometimes feel so inadequate in the face of life, don't we?
(That's why I'm thankful when God gives me the words and silences I could never manufacture on my own!)
At least, that's part of what I got our of this post.
God bless!
Mark Daniels
Hi Mark,
ReplyDeleteWow, Thank you for sharing what you got out of this. You reflect my feelings in your thoughts. That's so very special. I had just put this up.
smiles,
Liz
A silent song of the searching heart. It sounds like the center of all beginnings, the beginning of all hopes, the hope of all love.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could hug you. I am now, in my mind.
I feel the emptiness but not loneliness.
ReplyDeleteI feel safe in the dark. I am comfortable in the-not-knowing.
This is another good post from Liz.
Hello keeper of the searching heart,
ReplyDeleteIt is a song indeed. It came from the poetry place deem inside of me where the sky is blue-black in the moonlight and thoughts can change on the night breeze. You are right,too, there is much hope and dancing, because I hear the music in the words. I thought you might like this one. I hope you do.
smiles,
Liz
Hello taorist,
ReplyDeleteYes, there is much safety, safeness between those lines. Thank you for hearing that. The dark place where these words were formed is safe like the womb.
smiles,
Liz
beautiful Liz
ReplyDeleteThank you mergrl.
ReplyDeleteIt's one of my favorites.
Liz
Wow, how nice to run across you on Blog Explosion - LOL
ReplyDeleteLove your writing (I comment here, at Successful Blog, and over at b5)
Best wishes to you!
Hi Marti,
ReplyDeleteIt's part of my plan to be ubiquitous. I think it's starting to work.
smiles,
Liz
Very much like the ebb and flow, and the feeling in this piece!
ReplyDeleteThanks Autumn,
ReplyDeleteIt's a lot aboutt the music of my thinking and the music of the language as well as about what the words really mean.
smiles,
Liz
Comfortable silences, times when souls communicate without words.
ReplyDeleteYes, Easy,
ReplyDeleteYes, thank you.
Liz
Like a thick comforter you just pulled from the dryer and draped around your shoulders...
ReplyDeleteI want to take a nap.
Tanda, How lovely to see you.
ReplyDeleteSmile.
A nap. Actually, that's just what I'm going to do.
smiles,
Liz
Have you been contemplating the void again Liz?
ReplyDeleteHeh...
I liked this one a lot.
Hi toadmaster,
ReplyDeleteNot contemplating.
I was there to visit it.
smiles,
Liz
Cool.
ReplyDeleteNext time you're there, tell Jack Kerouac that he ows me money and a bottle of gin.
;-)
Write it down.
ReplyDeleteIf you want me to carry a message.
Write it down. :)
smiles,
Liz