(1) i am haunted by words. spoken. written. whispered. over the phone. texts. emails. even words that never leave the tongue but flow with our breath. words that are remembered because they pierced our hearts once. words that someone uttered from across the table confirming an answer to a question: why won't you love me? words that tumbled over the brain like waterfall washing all the nonsense away. words that flower from the mountain of grief. words that seed themselves in the ground of being. words that birthed a new intimacy...with the body's skin. bone. hair. words that rush like wind airing out the dusty corners of psyche. words that spell a four letter word which is your name.
i am haunted by words. they have a life of their own. and because they have a life of their own, i cannot claim ownership. so i own Nothing. in the end i am back to the beginning: I am left with the Fullness of Nothing.
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(2) Eileen's Hay(na)ku version
i am haunted
by words.
spoken.
written. whispered. over
the phone.
texts.
emails. even words
that never
leave
the tongue but
flow with
our
breath. words remembered
because they
pierced
our hearts. words
someone uttered
from
across the table
confirming an
answer
to an unanswered
question: why
won't
you love me?
words that
tumbled
like waterfall washing
all nonsense
away.
words flowering from
a grieving
mountain.
words seeding themselves
in the
ground
of being. words
birthing new
intimacies
with skin. bone.
hair. words
flowing
like breezes airing
out dusty
corners
of psyche. letters
spelling a
four-letter-word
which is your
name. i
am
haunted by words.
they have
their
own lives. i
cannot claim
ownership.
i own Nothing
in the
end.
am back to
the beginning:
left
only with the
Fullness of
Nothing.
**
(3) Grace's poem:
i am haunted by words.
words that never leave the tongue but flow with our breath.
words that remember how to pierce hearts.
words that spell a four-letter word which is your name.
once, words uttered themselves across the table
words came, confirming an unanswered question:
why
won't
you love me?
they tumbled over the brain
like waterfalls washing all the nonsense away.
out of phones. texts. emails
they seeded-tender shoots of words grounding themselves deep into the ground of being.
they sprouted- tendrils of words on top of a mountain of grief
and then, new words flowered
birthed a new intimacy...with the body's skin. bone. hair.
new words rushed like wind airing out the dusty corners of psyche.
and though, still...even then
Nothing in the end...save (y)our words
they have a life of their own.
they have a life of their own
though i know, i cannot own you
i am back to the beginning:
all that is left, planted in my mouth
are (y)our words.
sated, I am left with the Fullness of Nothing
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