Words In The Wind

“Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost” ~ Kahlil Gibran

And yet some words

That were meant to rain

Burdened the air

In circling eddies of pain

Just when the earth was

Ready for a shower

And the cuckoo crooned

Every day, every hour

Just when long burning soil

Yearned to be doused

With a gentle spray

A dusty draft of wind

swept my words away

And those windswept words

Did form and fade

As silence smudged my lips

Something quietly decayed

The time was so right

So ripe was the season

My words betrayed me

For no real reason

The moment succumbed

Leaving a film of frost

Those words unsaid

Waned and vanished at a cost

For that which was meant

Yet left forever unsaid

A world of love was lost

Author's Note

Just an inspired poem with random rhyme....

Reviews

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A very apt title, Monsieur P. It links extremely well with your attributed quotation by Khalil Gibran. Sometimes there is a fine line between saying the right words or leaving them unsaid. It's a dangerous predicament; the right words can make everything smooth and the wrong words can increase the distance between two people, so which do we choose? Throw caution to the wind and speak our mind or hold our tongue? For as your reference outlines, if we say nothing at all, and never clear the air, much of what existed is lost. I guess it all depends on the situation, summing it all up and choosing the right words at the right time, or for many men like yourself, shutting up completely at the right time! You have painted some lovely imagery to accompany your words and the inspiring quotation and it all comes together very well to illuminate some serious thoughts in one's mind. So kudos for this one, and for taking a snippet of wisdom and spinning it so poetically well. An excellent write from your thinking pen, monsieur P! Much enjoyed, as always.

[AJNJ]

Thank you for the in-depth review Madame. The imagery in this poem is quite run-of-the-mill but I couldn't think up anything else to support this quote. Thanks anyway. I think the unspoken reason behind such voids is an element of ego in such situations. Budding relationships often succumb to it. Whatever the cost, love is sadly lost.
Appreciate your thoughts and words very much. Pen on and keep your poetic flag flying high :)

[Chris Shaw]

I have read this poem again AJ. So beautifully penned and with such wisdom. I have just reread my last response and want to add a little more on this second reading. It is not just the words said in anger that stick like knives in the gut, it is also the ones that aren't said. They are even more revealing. Have a great day my friend.

Chris

[AJNJ]

Such encouraging words, Ms. Chris! In their light, I could sit and write away all night! Thanks a ton for making this evening better with your revisit to this page and that which is treasured. I hope you're having a fine day.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest AJ... with little rain... some flowers never grow.
Love was lost when kisses disappeared.. too shy to touch
the seeds that were planted... and so it goes. I love the writings of
Kahlil Gibran. tenderly, Pat

[AJNJ]

Gibran was awesome...Thanks a ton dear Ms. Pat. Your words are so treasured and much warm affection sent your way.

[Jimmy Yetts]

You've done Gibran proud.
What you said and what you meant appear to be one.
An enlightened portrayal, poet!

[AJNJ]

You've made my day, dear sir! Thank you so much!

[T.S. Ulmus]

Truly a lovely poem, this was clearly inspired by The Muse erato herself. It feels to me like a poem about words that won't come, a write about writer's block, brilliant. You invoke the capricious weather as a lovey metaphor for creating poetry and communicating with The Muse. Sometimes in the desert it will rain but the water won't hit the ground, evaporating in mid-air. Sometimes the Muse will offer me a token and it turns to dust in my hand. You touched me and captured a moment, good job.

[AJNJ]

The Muse was definitely there on that pleasant, windy summer day with me. And she never dissapoints...Thanks a ton, dear sir! I appreciate your great feedback very much!

[Archishman Rick]

Indeed an apt title, your words that were meant to rain before may have been blown away by the wind, but the ones in this write are always etched by your thoughtful pen in all their elegance. Words left unsaid or failed to be expressed in this social world can cause big issues such as embarrassments and frustrating misunderstandings. They may remain as a wistful memory for the rest of a life. As you said, a world of love can be lost. I have an unpredictable, not regular stammering issue that has caused me a great deal of dismay disappointment in multiple oratory cases including an interview. It's like the wind blows out your eloquent capability.. It is important to not get caught up in the disappointment of this and look afresh. Awesome read sir.
Regards.

[AJNJ]

Hi Archishman! Hope you're doing well...
I relate to the stammering issue that you mentioned that sometimes gets the better of us in trying situations. It's always been a grief to me that the right words never come to me at the right time. With you too, I feel its more a case of nervousness on the spot, as it is with me. Because, my friend, you certainly don't lack for words on the page and definitely one of the most eloquent writers here! Believe me, it gets better with time.
Thanks a ton for appreciating this piece. Its appreciation such as yours that keeps me going on scribbling.

Have a great weekend man :)

[Archishman Rick]

Thanks, your pep words are motivating, and your compliments are honouring sir. I agree that it is a case of nervousness that attacks on the spot. I shall take your word for it getting better with time, and I hope your words keep flowing elegantly. Have a great weekend too man. :)

[AJNJ]

If you love writing then keep writing. I see you have it and it's rare. It'll pay dividends with time.

Have a great one 🤗 Cheers!

[Robert Trakofler]

oh things i wished i whispered my clever friend the lament of lost words is painful one for me too. but i get recompense now in the scrawls i make today of the many I didn't... then! What a wonderful expression you made in this poem Mr. Peston:) struck my empathetic core a deep tone resonance in here! well done:)

[AJNJ]

And the recompense in the scrawls is beautiful! Thanks a ton, dear sir! I hope all is well 🤗

[barleygirl]

This is exquisite writing, period. It's purely magical the way you paint imagery in words that feels like it's dripping down the page in shades of varying emotions. I love how this is one on-going statement with no beginning, middle, or end . . . just a flowing of sensory perceptions expressed in imagery like clouds might be shifting across the sky. The way your words flow adds as much to the poem as what they mean. Great work! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[AJNJ]

Thanks a ton, Ms. Barley! You made my day! And inspired me to try more such stuff. You're appreciated a lot 🤗🌷 HUGS!

[Ana Papaya]

Wow, P. Shivers... so good.
I'm not often at a loss for words but this is stunning. What more to say.

[AJNJ]

Such a great review for me today! Thanks & thanks again, Ms. Ana!

[Patricia Wedel]

At times... silence speaks like a morning rain...
nourishing earthy pleasures where flowers bloom.
Eyes sing quietly as feelings touch notes of desire...
and once there is music... there is a symphony of love.
tenderly, Pat

[AJNJ]

A beautiful culmination to silence! Thank you so much for gracing this page with your thoughts, Ms. Pat.

[Neville]

a super poem sir, eloquently expressed and experienced whether read aloud, or within this readers head...

[AJNJ]

Thanks a ton dear sir! Means much!