Jul 30 2009
Senses
I cannot see
the forest for the trees
my vision obscures
the leaves encroach
I cannot hear
the truth in the clamour
my heart is a drum
my ears eat the thunder
I cannot taste
the tears of victory
my mouth will not open
my appetite absconds
I cannot touch
the stars that entice
my path eludes me
my darkness leads
I cannot smell
the roses that beg pause
my words are thorns
my thoughts black earth
I cannot know
what refuses to be known
my mind is a question
the answers refuse
copyright 2009
4 responses so far
Beautiful darkness. But peek-a-boo, I see your light! Love you, S
hi sharie,
yes, i suppose sometimes the dark can be beautiful. thanks, dear.
sarah
I love the line ‘ I can not know what refuses to be known.’
Hi Sarah,
Very simply put.
Been thinking about you.
Love Di. x
hi di,
i wish i could know the things that can’t be known. i really do.
sarah
I have a feeling sweet Sarah that you know all the things that you need to know.
Always knowing
Di.
oh di,
you know me so well. my wonderful di, my wonderful friend.
love
sarah
“I cannot hear
the truth in the clamour
my heart is a drum
my ears eat the thunder”
I love this line. Very powerful imagery,though. You have such a raw and emotional writing style and I can already tell I will be back to visit often.
hello lisa & welcome,
thank you for the kind words - raw…yes, i don’t know any other way to write i’m afraid. i hope you will come back and thank you for reading.
sarah