Words of the Soul
January 28, 2013
A flutter sent it flowing
That pool of tears in my chest.
The words jiggled my insides, but not like jello
More like a puzzle shaken back together
Pieces fitting once again.
Your words touch my soul
Repeatedly.
The framing paints a picture of you
Thinking of me
Of me, listening for you.
‘Tis easy to place the words on my mask
In my soul, and around my spirit
Then ask, how brave?
“Tis braver still to heed your own speech
What words fill your soul?
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gurglingthoughts 
Whew! Where are you, my friend?
In an unfamiliar yet familiar place I should not frequent nor stay in for any length of time. But damn it’s a productive place, just a bit dangerous.
And the best places are dangerous, of course!
Tears then jello then puzzle pieces–the middle term is so risky, but conveys the scary internal-ness of the image too.
love you
Ela
hmmmm