irishwriter's Journal

Words

Words that ripple and roar, whispered softly,

wounding, clipping wings, pulling down.

Those that lift and fill like inconsequential and Kilmardinny

or the Irish ‘Ta mo chroi lan le ghra duit’

(my heart is full of love for you)

Those that resonate for years, satisfying as a soft

full red wine, savoured in the company of good people.

Those whose order give a buzz to your day like

‘you make that dress look beautiful’

Those that jumble out in excitement in the telling

of the stories of a life on the phone at midnight.

Those that are mumbled in the quiet before sleep

in the comfort of a warm bed.

Those that fill the empty spaces in an elusive crossword

reaching for a pen at four in the morning with a sigh.

Always changing meaning in the context of the moment

words that enrich the passing of the days.