just a trace

"

just a trace of a thought

nearly invisible

then suddenly leaping into focus

my heart picks up the vibration

a typo with the beat of a tambourine

sputtering syllables filled with sad silent letters

are now somehow tangible

my nerve endings fray 

till i can almost braid them

reaching

reaching

for the right words 

because surely they have settled 

at the bottom of my thoughts

but the only words that bare themselves to me

are the ones i wish i couldn't feel so strongly

i miss you

Author's Note

photo "red december leaves" courtesy of pinterest

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a beautifully written poem...
especially like the "sputtering syllables..." line...

and just how inspiration comes...unseen, feeling it is not going to happen...
and then suddenly there is clarity of words, of lines...of themes...and they are the words of real, deep feelings...
tangible ones, not invisible ones.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Jacob. Your reviews mean a lot to me. Lydi**

[Chris Shaw]

Some beautiful phrasing here Lydi**. Several examples of wonderful poetic expression. It is always such a pleasure reading you and your posted artwork is always so very carefully selected and meaningful. Red December Leaves is quite mesmerising and the last of the leaves and their fall reminds me of loss. This poem made me think of my Mum. She is still with us, but not as she once was. She is fragile and ailing. I miss her as she used to be.

Chris

[Lydia Shutter]

When the physical body is still present, but the mind has wandered away, it is very difficult for loved ones to deal with. I am sorry you are going through this with your mom, Chris. This Christmas may you remember wonderful holidays of the past while cherishing the fact you still can hug your mom now. Thank you so much for your review and for noticing the artwork. Lydi*

[Einstein Noodle]

nerves frayed until they could be braided ... really like that Lydia .. great pic to match your poetry .. the imaging with the tambourine is palpable ... my own heart fluttering in a scary kind of way .. we do miss our loved ones ... well said ... very emotive for me
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

This time of year makes us all rememberers, E. The memories are bittersweet. Thank you for your review. Lydi**