When love is nothing but a word

When love is nothing but a word,
When our deep feelings can’t be shared.
When joy and woe unwoven lie
When we can’t speak, except to sigh…..

When we are lost behind the glass,
When burdened feelings never pass,
When no-one is a trusted friend
When we are scared but cannot bend.

When love embodied goes away
When we are numbed but cannot say.
When we are rigid with the strain.
When life has little but such pain

We suffer as our will has gone
And we’ve no task to lure us on.
We need to know we’re not alone
That love can penetrate a stone.

That, like the Christ, we rise to life
When we endure with will its strife.
When we accept that all is lost,
But wish to live despite the cost.

Then we are saved as are the flowers
Which decorate the fields and bowers
Though all shall crumble into dust,
While we’re alive we’ll slake our lust

Yellow limericks

Dandelion’s good for the bladder.
And for feeding to snakes like wild adders.
If you turn yellow tonight
Tell your husband you might.
I wish I had brought a tall ladder.

I’d see you like butter in bed
As on the white sheet you are spread.
I’d make a green salad
Or write you a ballad.
Better to be yellow than dead

I’d glance into your window to see
How puzzled your partner might be.
And what will he do
With the cheese in your shoe?
I almost regret I shan’t see.

In Praise of Melancholy and How It Enriches Our Capacity for Creativity | Brain Pickings

Writer’s dock

The lake in the park

Writer’s dock.1.A place for parking writers.

Writers’ dock..2.Where writers are tried for crimes such as plagiarism,poor imagination and bad errors of lovement

Writer’s pluck..~Rare courage in entering the Unconscious to find new Images.

Writer’s  knock. … the strange way nervous writer’s knock on the table at meal time.

Writer’s fluke…unexpectedly good word or sentence arrives in the mind of a beginner