As always –
Nothing new in the old words
Old is the world that renews itself
For space, for time, For faith
Hearts exploding –
With ideas, too big to stay inside
And too abstract, too complex
Feeling too real, at the same instance
Emotions, too intense to confine them within
And thoughts, too extreme to expose to the world.
Although, not really new and far
From radical enough.
Words are too limiting to express
The sound of the soul when it’s touched.
A touch, too fragile to be caught –
One might try
To colour it, dip it all into paint and throw it onto a canvass
Yet – even then – you merely imprint
the rough shape of it
The essence of it all escaping the capture
Maybe that’s better –
Some things need the escape,
The fluidity which provides freedom
Just like poetry-
Which vanishes once you start analysing it.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Laura Prigge.
Published on e-Stories.org on 13.01.2020.