Sometimes the wave inside my head
looks like a silent word, or like
a clean afternoon of California summer.
On those days I do art. I paint a haunted house,
gather all the wordlessness inside it,
and put a lock on the canvas.
Sometimes a lump in the throat
feels like a thousand unsaid words,
or like emotions on a stormy day by the pacific.
On those days I reach out to words. I transform
every part of my hollowness into a poem,
and try to make it look like
a glass mirror to seek my soul.
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A Journey Called Life ... 
10 responses to “The image of the summer”
Beautiful. You are so blessed. You can write like this. Photograph is also very beautiful.
Thank you, Indira. Ya quiet places bring out the best feelings, I guess. 🙂
Beautiful poem, Archita. Reminds me of Frost:
“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
― Robert Frost
Thank you. I am almost not myself in summer. I go crazy when temperature outside reaches 100. And words do not come to me easily if I am not at peace, at least with the weather outside. Sorry for being away for too long. But I read your WFY whenever I wanted words to heal. Thank you for being there. And a big thank you for those lines by Frost. Loved them.
Absolutely beautiful poem…i am tweeting it!
Thank you so much for sharing it on twit-verse, Alok. Plus thank you for reading 🙂
That’s exactly what poetry does to me too, Archie. Lovely 🙂
Right? Words have magic powers. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and sharing the poem on twitter. 🙂
poetry always does it for me. Lovely shot reminds me of our family ranch (in Cali)
How true! It’s beautiful. 🙂 Thank you for visiting, Moon. This photograph was taken in wilder ranch, Santa Cruz.