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 :)

[¿]

Like bubbles? Blown and freed and faded. I feel so not sometimes but many times. When the needs are present but the words are flown and the needs are gone but the words stay down, both state is listed to misery.
Beatific rhyming Jee. My pea sized mind loves rhyme but can't rhyme, well!
Only a master scribbles and spanks for good, indicating you. Be blessed🌿

[AJNJ]

I agree Tahsin. Sometimes the words stay down and sometimes the need goes away. Perfect match of words and deeds is often difficult. I hope you have been well and staying safe and sound . Still waiting for more poetry from you. Thanks a lot for this great review and for appreciating the rhyming. Still a learner as I was telling Ms. Lydi. Take care my lovely friend 😊👍

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh yes, words must be said....communication is the key to any relationship. Words that are kept under cover are misunderstood. Your poem is professionally written....flow is exceptional. The imagery is wonderful. I enjoyed it....and the quote from Gibran is a perfect accompaniment. Lydi**

[AJNJ]

I am delighted by your kind and encouraging words, Ms. Lydi. Still a learner getting loads of inspiration from you and other great poets here. Thank you so much. It meant a lot.

[Eilis]

When grappling with the safety of the heart, it is sometimes very difficult to let the words of love exit the mouth. How ever many words there might be, and however true and stirring, they stay caged like a hopeless bird in the cavern of the throat.

I like the way you explore this idea with the contrasting images. The movement back and forth between freedom of expression as an idea and the reality of self-censoring as a tactic of self-preservation. The rain needed, heavy in the spirit, that nevertheless doesn’t fall. And what results is a parched landscape. But it’s maintained in a spirit of resignation.

I think there are many who do let the beauty of possibility go because of the fear of being hurt if the feelings aren’t reciprocated. Or perhaps there are more complex circumstances that make declaration impractical. Whatever the case, your poem offers the rawness of heart juxtaposed to the stoicism of mind, and shows what a powerful dynamic this can be.

Love your use of the Gibran quote. His wisdom and connection to spirit never become irrelevant and you’ve used the idea to great effect here. Enjoyed your poem very much.

[AJNJ]

Indeed as you so rightly said here, the rawness of heart juxtaposed with the stoicism of mind can be a powerful and complicated dynamic, determining where a relationship finally ends up. We do self-censor in a bid to not expose your want and vulnerability to the other. I feel it may be more applicable to men in particular who often try to be cool headed and practical in certain situations. Thank you for such an in-depth review and the very relatable comments on this piece. I appreciate very much.

[AJNJ]

Thanks also for the delightful imagery of the hopeless bird stuck in the cavern of the throat. Its very effective here.

[Eilis]

You are welcome, I enjoyed the reading.