It could be a Love Poem remembered,
or a Psalm in time of need, perhaps
that worn page so often turned to,
that becomes the gifting "word of life"
bursting through barren soil
like an arrow set to fly.
They come to us in whispers,
these words, and even in our dreams,
emerging from the sacred Well of Memory
a bucket filled to quench our thirsty souls.
Some sting the flesh with honesty, like
an unexpected mirror turned to grab the heart
and then, some come tender like
a long forgotten kiss upon the brow
or a smile just in time, from a passing stranger.
Who can tame the flight of words
that spring from tongue or pen?
Who presumes to see their port of call?
No one, not even the Wind
Yet, there are those words
that linger on past dawn,
words that move us
turning inward, searching yet
beyond the common door to find
a reason to believe
a reason to keep loving
a reason . . . to forgive.
Joanne Cucinello
i am visiting for the very first time..
ReplyDeletei very much enjoyed your poem...awsome.
"Who can tame the flight of words
ReplyDeletethat spring from tongue or pen?
Who presumes to see their port of call?
No one, not even the Wind"
Just perfect! What a great description...
Thank you, Shraddha. So happy you enjoyed this. I stopped by your lively blog. I can see you are a lover of life . . . and of your children! Very nice.
ReplyDeleteJoanne
Thank you so much, Man in Black! Your words are kind. I stopped by to read a few poems you've written too and left you a comment.
ReplyDeleteSo nice to meet a fellow poet!
Joanne
HI!Truly love your writings.Reminds me of so many emotions.
ReplyDeleteI write ,too.mostly to take out some things out of my system.I would love it if you can visit my blog and give me some advices.
Truly great blog.I'm glad i found it.
Thank you so much, June. I love meeting aspiring poets like yourself.
ReplyDeleteAs I'm sure you've found already . . a whole new world opens up when you begin to write.
I've left a comment on your lovely blog. Keep up the good work . . . you have talent.
Cheers!
Joanne