Daffodils Dying in February
Drooping heads drop butter
to the frozen
An unseen hand stretches
forth icy fingers
a brew of dying
into earth’s nubile
Beginning a Wordless Journey – Losing My Words
I’ve lost the need to dance with words,
To spill them out on a page,
To engage or to rage;
To enlighten or examine;
To outline or explain.
Once words splashed around inside my head
And spilled like water gushing from a rain spout.
Once, flurries of words came to me in a fever,
I scribbled and scrawled
Getting them down
As if nothing was real
Unless penned down and safe on a page.
Yes, I journaled and blogged,
I wrote letters and lists,
Prepared lectures, penned essays and more.
I wrote reviews and recommendations,
And had stories to share.
Words filled the page
And words were my world.
But life changes;
Suddenly the words are gone.
My pen is retired
And I am surprised to feel so free.
It seems that
In stripping away all that is not me,
I’ve discovered a comfort in silence.
In this cool, dark wordless night where I spend my hours,
Only the stars speak
And they do not need words.
I am without words
But, I do not mourn this loss.
I do not grieve their absence.
I let them fly with grace and humility,
Like ashes in the wind,
I am at peace
And I am set free at last to journey home
Without a word.
Release all fear
Break through your shell
Spread your wings with confidence
Know that you are beautiful
Bright, brilliant, and colorful
Waiting to expand your range
Begin your flight to see the world
Life was meant to be enjoyed
Soar above the clouds
Fly at such altitude to observe
Dreams of your youth come to fruition
What was impossible has become attainable
Transformation has made it inevitable