When they say that there aren’t words to describe—
the wonderful, the passionate, the unfathomable pain—
That is a lie
There is always a word, a name,
something that can be formed in letters,
with careful curves of the ink on the page
It can spell out the the more literal words
It can tell, it can say
But there is a lacking—
something proud that words on a page cannot do—
For they are words, words not feelings
And they do not fill in the you
The words did not feel the heat of the sun on your skin
The ink did not swim from a bottle
to fill your glass with wine and sin
and joy and all that is blissful
So the words on the page may say drunk,
they nod in knowing,
because who has never been drunk?
But they will never nod in feeling.
One can read the words and imagine,
conjure a silent image in the mind
But it doesn’t fill in the feeling
of what you felt in that time
So yes, there are words a plenty
to describe, describe, describe
But emotion is fleeting
and cannot be transcribed
About the Creator
Hayley Stokes
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Comments (1)
So sincere and profound, that is a really excellent poem. I love these lines: "the words did not feel the heat of the sun on your skin The ink did not swim from a bottle to fill your glass with wine and sin" Great work!