It’s Only Words

Sometimes we wonder
is there anybody there
but, sometimes it doesn’t truly matter
because words fly across a
vaccant page
hop, skip, dance or run
as fluidic as a river flows
in one shape or another
from a mind filled
with a single subject which
covers them all

’tis

…of LOVE

I write

Of heart’s that ache
and wounds which take
forever to heal in love’s own
mortal version of eternity

Of agonies and agonising
ecstacy.

Oh…
how a heart can break

Yet how it can also make such
sweet, sweet music as it beats
like a drum to the heady, steady
rhythm within loves
multi-coloured
spectrum.

A voice
calls

Soothing

Moving me to smile
as I hear a tenderness
that falls into the
soft place of my heart
like the petals of a rose
caress a lovers cheek
from first pale
to blushing

I too bloom
in a swirl of
loving words which fly

Caught on the fragrance of
blossoms still out there
and
…growing.

I thank God
for the gifts He freely gave

for I know souls which
live their love

unconditionally

and that is where our words
and our truest beauty
lies.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

Shared with Carry on Tuesday #160 Is there anybody there
dVersepoets OpenLinkNight #49

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

32 thoughts on “It’s Only Words”

  5. wonderfully written, the simple grace of writing and ease of reading it is a lovely gift that has been given. Blessings

  6. I love words. Wish they would flow with the beauty and sensitivity you’ve captured here. This is lovely.

  8. “love’s own
    mortal version of eternity”

    Thank you for this spiritual beauty of a poem.

    (Do you know the ancient song “it’s only words” by the BeeGees? I felt its tunefulness again as I was reading this, which of course, goes much deeper.))

  11. “I too bloom
    in a swirl of
    loving words which fly”

    beautiful! and with giving love, we receive it. an amazing poem!
    ♥

  13. This reads with a wonderful beat. Love the message. Words are wondrous things when used properly, thoughtfully. Using it to express and write of love, of things in life that should be noticed, to share experience are worthy causes.

  16. I love those last lines:

    I thank God
    for the gifts He freely gave
    for I know souls which
    live their love
    unconditionally
    and that is where our words
    and our truest beauty
    lies.

    Absolutely gorgeous.

  18. “I too bloom
    in a swirl of
    loving words which fly”

    Just bril and gorge. Thanks, Mosk

  19. This poem deeply explores the different caverns love is centered around and finally comes up with the greatest love all. Brilliantly explored and penned.

  22. Words are free of time and phase, just as the river, loosely flowing or rushing waves, a place that needs no praise. Liquid transition here…For love, we shall always write. On a page, our hearts are light and love is endless.

  24. Lovely write ~ when we post our thoughts, we wonder if anyone will understand or listen to our words ~ Still its beautiful that we can draw inspiration from our broken hearts and sweet memories ~

    Happy summer ~

  25. beautiful, and I so agree with your final lines especially… unconditional love is what we hunger for, and being able to give as well as receive it completes us in some way

  27. love unconditional is a beautiful thing…and love can surely make us bloom…i think on some level we all wonder if there is someone at least until we know….i am thankful too for the love i have…

    1. getting better every day…sounds similar to what i had—the whole left side of the face swelled immensely though…and they were fearful it would affect my eye…could not hear out the left ear either…hope yours clears up soon too…

  28. So true, much can be found in words, sometimes too much and whether there is no one there or everyone there, they can provide solisce at times.

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