When words flowed like silken threads of honey
A tapestry of love and intricate ideas and laced designs
silently
carried by a mysterious graceful force
to me ,then
blessing the reader with sentiments
birthed in life, bathed in pain and
shared experiences’ of isolation, loneliness , struggle and joy
yet there was also forged a unique
universal feeling of oneness ,that connective
bonding with all mankind. of shared humanity

Oh… to create [ steal or borrow from that wondrous heavenly golden snow globe] an emotional labyrinth of words
To maybe, again touch
Touching in some small way

Oh to be a true word weaver,…

Where words float descend from some higher plane
snowflakes drifting down
That us illiterate mortals can only dream of
letters like
musical notes danced into us, filling us…line by line

Now as I struggle to fill an empty canvas with doodles and scribbles
scratches……but still…waiting for the mysterious spark to return
to erase the clutter of meaningless of
naked jagged pen strokes, that create a
charcoal grey forest , devoid of meaning and feeling, a coldness

dissolved by the pains of time.
I know a time will come, for
soon it will be Christmas time ,a time of hope, gifts and giving..
The anguish removed in this season of love

A time of miracles, of a fresh winter snow
awaiting this word weaver

nassano 12-23-2010