Not Words

There comes an invisible moment

When one's heart knows it is safe,

Or where dangers are hidden

In unguarded moments in place.

When you know you have found

That space where you can just be.

Do all you can to nourish it,

And pass up idle laxity.

Geez! I have such a hard time making sense of my feelings when I try to use words to describe them. How can there be no words that come even near accurate when trying to match the emotion felt in the heart; recreate the instant that caused tears to form in the corners of the eyes; the catch in the throat that is attached to every memory of the love I received when I was at my lowest point? How can our rich, plentiful language be so lacking when one is searching for a way to make a sound come out of one’s mouth that will remove all doubt as to its meaning; a sound that is the feeling? Not the name of the feeling, but the emotion that courses through one’s body and is not stopped at the throat. The sound that is that emotion, that feeling, that gratitude, that love?

Naida Lavon

Diary Poem 11/18/10

Prompt: I wrote “I think there is no better prompt

than to write something about family.”