Words For It
I wish I could take language
And fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
“There, there,” my words would say-
Or something better.
I would ask them to murmur,
“Hush” and “Shh, shh, it’s all right.”
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
And daub and soothe and cool
Where fever blisters and burns,
Where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
And heal the words that were the wounds
You have no names for.
And fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
“There, there,” my words would say-
Or something better.
I would ask them to murmur,
“Hush” and “Shh, shh, it’s all right.”
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
And daub and soothe and cool
Where fever blisters and burns,
Where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
And heal the words that were the wounds
You have no names for.
Words For It
Julia Cameron
that’s so nice and quelling to imagine, sigh, thank you Julia and Kenz…
heather
February 6, 2009 at 12:09 pm
oh i love this very very much
6YearMed
February 6, 2009 at 12:30 pm
wow. this is amazing. good to hear this.
laceyhearty
February 6, 2009 at 2:05 pm
[...] [ht: mackenzie rollins] [...]
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February 6, 2009 at 2:09 pm
love this. i heard it on the writers’ almanac a while ago and i almost went off the road.
elnellis
February 6, 2009 at 3:27 pm
That was the most beautiful poem. I don’t have anything to say about it except that it was perfect and beautiful.
Faith Hampton
June 17, 2009 at 6:02 pm