Words ~ A Poem

Dear Sillies,

I'm always thinking of you. Though I wrote this for a friend who's not well enough to utilize the social media, I know that a lot of you (and your loved ones) are battling conditions over which you have little or no control. That said, I hope this poem provides spiritual warmth and comfort. It's my intent, though words are so limiting. And that's kinda the point of my poem.

Also, this is the first (non-erotic) poem I've written in years. Naughty rhyme is much easier for me. 

Anyway, take gentle care of yourselves.

 

                                             dried roses, my coffee table centerpiece

With wholehearted sincerity:

If words were verbs, this verse would serve

To spin plight into light like you deserve.

To trade the pains and strife you bear

With regained faith in life that’s fair

Erase all portions of your toll

Embrace and restore your gracious soul.

If words could expel your gravest fears

They’d repel what plagues you

And those you hold dear.

Inject youthful zest and the same flashing spark

That helped move you through

Past patches of dark.

They’d kill the ills and cease the disease.

Fill you with seamless steam, thrill, and ease.

If words could convey your out-of-sight worth

They’d bathe you in every last diamond on earth.

Words: they can blast, pop, and pound

And yet not make a sound.

They can crowd real loud

When there’s no one around.

Yet in times of travail

When hours require fight

Words, flail, fail, and 

duck out of sight.

They can’t serve as elixirs

Or tenderize the gruff

But they’ll render an

“I love you.”

I wish that was enough.

Robyn Alana Engel 8.17