Lost Words

About the limits of literature.And love.

The death of all words

would be the end of an agreed symbolic.

There is no real love hidden in four letters.

Yet you flood each room with light.

You fill your dress with shape and warmth.

The days are now longer,

there is movement under the outside.

The weak-lighted morning pictures a coastal trawler leaving harbour.

Despite all, seagulls turn in the air.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

there is so much to love that words cannot express. they just fall short. i think our capability to express our love is limited because of words. but we still go on expressing our feelings, in all areas of our life, whether they get misinterpreted or not. excellent poem.

[Sean Allen]

The Seagull looks clumsy walking on the sand, but it is the most beautiful in flight.

[Shadin Manning]

I agree with Emily Burns, the line "There is no real love hidden in four letters" will be locked in my memory forever. Great poem :)

[Emily B]

you are one of those rare jewels whose words are kept in my box of treasures

[Jack Isaac]

I think that literature began because of love --our need to express it --painstakingly carving on stone, painting with impossible dyes on an impossible canvas of vegetable material. Then I saw One Love Carved in Acajou. Wouldn't then, the death of love be the death of all words? I'm sure it would be --for who wasn't left speechless in lost love? Neat bit of prose here! Hope I got it right.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

wonderful piece this is.

[Hotwater]

Top draw for me, a qual poem... just look at those words... most edible.
*bird*

[Tai Ryens]

Simple poem, but amazing imagery and a very deep meaning.
"There is no real love hidden in four letters" That line stood out the most. That was truly an amazing line, well thought out, and I love how you contradict that in the next three lines.
Wonderful job.