01 January 2013

Better Than Words


They are all flavours – sensory shades
claiming abbreviated economies until
you try saying them Рblas̩ tonalities
clash in antipathetic colour-dread and
light trills pall into tuneless pap; there
is no going back to nuances of grand
naivety, no slipper-shod shuffle into
cuddle-complete arms of a nursery

Laze in the shade for as long as your
patience pays homage, these are not
guarantees of life everlasting, merely
ideas-shared feelings as keys you’ve
used to see more adequately than
words could properly describe
©29 December 2012, I. D. Carswell