FRAGMENTS OF HER WORDS

The lost fragments of her words
Find ways to speak beyond time
Moving those who see and hear
Towards their searching souls.

In hearing and seeing without,
Within becomes a turmoil in the
Unknown pull towards something,
Found only in our human words;

Our language gives words to
The wordless world of things
And a constant desire to control
Things, expects me to name her.

In speaking of her divine eternity
Words no longer have meaning
For she lives within the emotional
In-between of our strife and joys.

In seeing and hearing and being
The elusiveness of her spirit lives
Joining together word fragments
From our fragmented world: love.

Our language gives words to
The wordless world of things
And a constant desire to control
Things, expects me to name her.

She has no real name but muse,
For all poets know of her power,
Barely understood channeling
Comes to the unsuspecting fool.

In everyday ways we show no love
For our human words point away;
The fool who listens and sees and
Loves through her words is free.

Our language gives words to
The wordless world of things
And a constant desire to control
Things, expects me to name her.

Naming eternal lost fragments,
Reborn again and again over time,
Is not controlling our world of words
But, from moments, speaking truth.

The elusiveness of poetic form
Resounds with eternal elusiveness
Speaking of human needs, love,
Which lives beyond our daily words.

Our language gives words to
The wordless world of things
And a constant desire to free
Things, helps me find our love.

 

David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry For Life: Seeing Again. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. FRAGMENTS OF HER WORDS. Page Number 22.

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