Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Without Words

as so often I am
my hands scritching at the pen
my lips twitching at the mouth
but words are scarce
and meaning more so
in the face of so much


Marion said...

sometimes even our fingers become mute, synched to our empty minds. sit, meditate and bathe in the silence. the words will come back... xoxo

ShoeBox said...

How the hell did you find me over here Marion? Ain't no one. Well...now my BFF has arrived. We have so much to talk about.