Words have their limits
As labels they excel
We pluck them out of the air
Add them to this
And that
Pin them on people
Place
Thing
Noun
Verb
Adverb
Pronoun
However
Things get sticky
When we use them as containers
With which to convey
Empathy
Compassion
Kindness
Love
These things were never intended as words
But acts
They become worn flat
Devoid of meaning
Applied as hash tags
Instead of embodied
When someone dies
We look in the air
Can’t find the words that we need there
Instead
We stand choked
Muffled
Quiet
When we need them the most
They are gone
The words hiding
And we search
Empty fingers grasp
Deep in our heart
Powerful e/motion pushes us into a hug, a gesture an act
Silence
Has more meaning
And the words have flown
Taken to the trees
The fence palings
They line the sides of the roads
As the procession drives past
They are crows
Grasping power lines in their claws
Stuck in our craw
We whisper
“I just can’t find the words”
There’s a reason for that
They don’t matter
Because words have no substance
They’re just chatter
Indeed … words, without meaning, are meaning-less … in fact they are the tools of those who are without honour, and full of fear.
And weapons – Since I’ve been using more of them lately and feeling their lack in certain situations I have begun to be a bit quieter in general – won’t last though I wish it would – nice – the silence 👌
26 letters. So much happens with 26 letters.
Yes it’s the same with music – only a small amount of chords but it’s what the artist does with them – amazing