Where Are The Words? Poem by Leah Ayliffe
Where Are The Words?
I wish I could scream the things that occupy my mind
paint or exhale the visions of horror and beauty which simultaneously reside there
But I can’t
There is nothing here
No tool to free it
... oh if I were free.
What angels know of this cruelty
God of art, of all life imitates
Tell me why there are worlds and worlds within but not without
Endless universes at our fingertips
Yet we choose to clench our fists.
Tell me why strangers make me feel alive
while friends get me questioning happiness.
There is no dream to do dream when no one desires for more.
Well I want more.
I want more.
There is nowhere to go from here.
Eat. Sleep. Make money. Give it to all the things that kill you.
A great lack of creativity; dying in such mediocre fashion.
It’s not ok, neither am I...
I’m alright one day.
Please, just leave me be,
Design my map, my manual
Get the doctors to render me insane.
I’ll stay quiet and still
Drowning in everything I know
All because there are no new words,
There is nothing left to say.
I could scream the things that occupy my mind..so amazing endless expression of words is wisely observed here....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 5:51:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I read this poem the first time over 90 minutes ago but wasn't ready to comment on it. I've read it three more times, and decided just now to stop stalling. I won't say anything as trivial as, I know exactly how you're feeling. That would be an insult to the strong feelings passionately expressed in the poem. B-U-T just four days ago you wrote the poem of autumnal reverie I just finished writing about and you found all the words you needed to turn language into life. Forgive me if this sounds presumptuous, I don't intend that. As I was mulling over these two new poems, I clicked on both SUMMER RAIN from four years ago and SUNSHINE DARLING OF THE DIVINE from about a year ago, and was regaled with vivid language and startling visions. If you have lost touch - temporarily - to your source of words, rearrange the words of those two poems into new poems. Or better yet, let those two poems inspire your next one, because they are boundless.
It makes me so happy to come onto PH and find your comments! Yes, this poem is not very encouraging... I was just having a few foggy uninspired days. I am feeling much more refreshed today, I will look back to those poems you mentioned and see what happens in my mind! Thanks as always for your comments :)