Windz
Not So Simple:
Feelings are pure and simple
It is what it is
And can’t pretend to be something it’s not.
Words complicate feelings
Seldom reflecting
What feelings actually mean
People complicate feelings
With words
The more we say
The less we make sense.
The only way
For you to understand
How I truly feel
Is to listen
To the words
I don’t say.
A poem from my long lost friend, Win
but this would be mine
Touch of my Wave:
Of bow touching the viola
Of seas striking on rocks
Of winds streaking pass all sand
Of dancers moving on what is unseen
Of a person who does not decipher
Of a loved one who sobs
None of which will become
None of that shall return
What is of sound that one may desire
That is of relationship two would require
And of a band who hunts silently
Who is to know, who is singing and who is not.
When the sounds of moving lips touches the drums
Many life forms experience
Who knows, of how they would feel
Or would they even comprehend
Things they do not understand
Players hit on the drums
But the words might not turn out
Even of morse that they try
Not mentioning shouting or screaming or crying
Just try to listen, not just hear
Original by Elton Q