Poetry

When Even Words Fail

It challenges our ability to imagine

The English language fails me often

There’s never the words

Or phrase

Or strings of words

To accurately

Or even with a modicum of rightness

Express how I sometimes feel.

Scents

How do I explain the scent of something?

So vivid and so sure

That you begin to smell it with me?

I fail every time

Perhaps the limitedness

Results from my limited

Knowledge of words

Descriptive words

Words that show and tell

And even helps you to smell

My scents.

From where ever you are

Engaged in my page.

But only if you want to

Since the percolating of coffee

May be heaven for me

But not pleasant for you

So really only if you want to.

See

And smell

And taste

Experience with me

and through me.

© I. Trudie Palmer

Thanks for reading my story. I have quite a few more on Medium, just click here, or better yet, see below a story that has links to all that were CfFD’ed under different topics ranging from spirituality to sexuality.

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