#Poeattic 3

#PoetryParlour

#Can You Hear Me

Can You Hear Me

Somewhere, I have lost

The  words I  had gathered,

To build a song for you.

I had put them

In an oval vase,

Rubicand, with flowers

Painted all over.

I never saw the crack.

And so I have been groveling

On the star lit floor,

Scouring its surface

With my bare  nails.

But tell me something :

When has starlight

Been enough to  search

For  all that we seek ?

There is no pain really,

When we lose words :

All that we feel is

A  strange emptiness :

A void, a barreness

That  claws its way, insidiously

Into the everyday things we   do –

We barely notice it.

But we sigh often –

Maybe a few million times.

The way  I am doing  right now.

Can you hear me?

Or has the vacuum spilt over

To swallow the sounds I make ?

Or perhaps you do not understand

Why words are important.

Yet another wisp of a  sigh,

Tears itself away  from

Its weary womb

And floats away listlessly.

I whisper to the emptiness,

The only truth I know :

When I find the  love I lost,

You will hear my words too.