At most I myself

catch what I mean, with you it's --


misunderstandings.

Whatever you say

to somebody else, you say --


to yourself as well.

They don't understand

me, so I just say something --


contradictory.

At regular times

a message comes, stating: this --


connection exists.

Love does prove itself

in attentively hearing --


of what is not said.

They can be loving:

father talks to the dog and --


my son lures the cat.

WORDS

Words – Pandora’s box of emotion,
sounds shaken loose, music
summoning the listener, the magic
of a voice freed.

Words, soft or violent, escape--
loved, hated invented or real,
power of unmuzzled thought
with tensions that threaten
to undo.

Shouts or whispers, secrets
or prayers, rising to a sky
of rosy quartz, kissed by
a passing breeze or slapped
by a storm.

Feeling the rhythm of mood,
surfing on a sea unchained,
communing with the universe.
A soul’s burst of light illuminating
instants of life’s mysteries and
the mist filling the space between
them.

Oh, so truthful  and genuine the world would have been if everyone had the ability to hearing their own words..

Participating,

counter voices and dancing:


a language tumult.