Words Are Such Perfect Traitors Poem by Bharati Nayak
Words Are Such Perfect Traitors
They rise in me
Like large waves
Overpowering me
I surrender to them
I feel so powerless
They are beautiful
Colorful
Dreams floating across sky
Like a milky way
I just want to hold them
In my hand
Oh my hand, so small to hold
They slip away
I love
To enclose them
In a bracket of words
But-
Words are such perfect traitors- - -
Words cannot do justice to the thoughts they dare to represent, yet they are all we have. Well conceived and written
Thank you so much for your valuable comment.Yes, words sometimes fail us
Bharati, i THINK you are saying you'd like to use words to help you keep dreams, but words are not adequate to perform that task. tsk, tsk, tsk. bri ;)
I've known others who believe they possess the lock and key to my own words insisting on telling me what my words mean…at such times I've certainly felt my words had betrayed me.
I wonder at dreams and thoughts that escape before I can capture them with words! Perhaps they are better running free!
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4/28/2024 7:55:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We are alike in our SHEER LOVE of words. I think this love is what makes both of us poets because as you say in your poem I JUST WANT TO HOLD THEM I MY HAND - a sensitive and innocent gesture. But our love for words doesn't blind us to the danger when are misused by dictators, terrorists, politicians, advertisers, etc.We must be vigilant, and your poem fulfils that need
Thank you for your valuable comment.The title of this poem has been borrowed from a line of your poem- 'The Abandoned Poem '. Í just loved it.I want to express my dreams, feelings through words.They seem so near, but at the right moment they vanish.You rightly said- We are alike in our SHEER LOVE of words