Words: Handle With Care

Life has been busy. The rituals I enjoy have been put aside. I haven't been able to take many pictures or do writing. In a few days I will be on spring break and look forward to filling long days with creative ventures. To get me motivated tonight I read and reread some poetry on words. Anne Sexon's poem always returns as a favorite.

Words by Anne Sexton

Be careful of words, 
even the miraculous ones. 
For the miraculous we do our best, 
sometimes they swarm like insects 
and leave not a sting but a kiss. 
They can be as good as fingers. 
They can be as trusty as the rock 
you stick your bottom on. 
But they can be both daisies and bruises.

Yet I am in love with words. 
They are doves falling out of the ceiling. 
They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap. 
They are the trees, the legs of summer, 
and the sun, its passionate face.

Yet often they fail me. 
I have so much I want to say, 
so many stories, images, proverbs, etc. 
But the words aren't good enough, 
the wrong ones kiss me. 
Sometimes I fly like an eagle 
but with the wings of a wren.

But I try to take care 
and be gentle to them. 
Words and eggs must be handled with care. 
Once broken they are impossible 
things to repair. 


  1. Debbie30.3.12

    Deep breath, sigh, contented smile.....your blog is like a balm to my spirit. Always beauty and thoughtfulness and creativity. Thank you!

  2. Christy Woolum31.3.12

    You are welcome. Thanks for stopping in. I am moving into my favorite time of the year.... National Poetry Month so stop by and enjoy some poetry.


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