Some words, when you first hear them,
play tunes on your bones,
run up and down your spine
and get entangled in your blood.
Some words, need not be spoken,
just scratched in the sand
or formed like smoke rings
that disappear with tide and wind.
Some words will always be written
in another’s language,
runes carved into stone,
hyroglifics that mesmerise.
Some words are best whispered
by a lover in the dead of night,
by a mother to her nursing child,
by the moon to earth.
Some words are sung loudly,
by birds in welcome to the dawn,
by rivers kissing stones and banks,
by children playing ancient games.
Some words offer a glimpse
into the mysteries that surround.
Silence kneads these words
into the bread of life.
6:1:22
My Italian Letters's Blog 
Sheryl
/ January 7, 2022Hi Tricia,
I hope this finds you well and coping better with the cold weather than
I do with the hot weather that has evenyually arrived in the Cape, very
glad for the wind that tends to come with it cooling things down a bit.
I have had a busy couple of days, despite my intentions of being ‘quiet
and in the silence’, but will not complain, I really am Blessed.
Had a lovely fishy lunch with M&M and ice cream and coffee at my flat
afterwards
I love your poetry and your ability to put such profound thoughts down
on paper…or should that be in the ether?
Thank you my friend for blessing us in this way.
😘
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My Italian Letters
/ January 7, 2022Dear Sheryl, thank you so much for. It is great to hear your news, and that you are enjoying some cooler weather. Itâs getting cold here! Love to you and M&M. xxx Sent from Mail for Windows From: My Italian Letters's BlogSent: 07 January 2022 17:07To: triciaheriz@gmail.comSubject: [My Italian Letters’s Blog] Comment: "Some words"
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