Saturday, September 13, 2014

A Poetic Excess In My Head

There is a poetic excess in my head
like my daily bread
the mind lets out
what the soul can no longer hold.

Ripping the bandages off old wounds
no time to heal comes too soon
like a reflection of the moon 
on still waters running deep
in the voice of a child who cries herself to sleep.

There is a poetic excess in my mind
painting a picture
of the stories between me and my dead
telling tales
sometimes best left unsaid.

There is a poetic excess in my head
of possibility and probability
of what might have been and what could still be
drowning me in its endless sea.

Spirits walk through my dreams
reminding me to look at all those things unseen
words unsaid
between us and our dead.

There is a poetic excess in my head
the children of earth
over and over given to birth
and all these lessons we try so hard to learn.


  1. ((Hugs))) Lil. So beautifully written. This blew me away!


  2. As always, lil, I love your words but more I love the thought behind them.

    1. sunnygirl,
      thank you! As always, I appreciate your kind comments.


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