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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Spread the words..
A Journey Called Life ... 
Thank you, Indira. Ya quiet places bring out the best feelings, I guess. 🙂
Beautiful. You are so blessed. You can write like this. Photograph is also very beautiful.
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.
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
Right? Words have magic powers. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and sharing the poem on twitter. 🙂
Thank you so much for sharing it on twit-verse, Alok. Plus thank you for reading 🙂
Absolutely beautiful poem…i am tweeting it!
That’s exactly what poetry does to me too, Archie. Lovely 🙂
How true! It’s beautiful. 🙂 Thank you for visiting, Moon. This photograph was taken in wilder ranch, Santa Cruz.
poetry always does it for me. Lovely shot reminds me of our family ranch (in Cali)