The poem
takes me by the hand
waltzes me
around the room
dazzled with
its sunshine.
The poem
writes itself in the air
in a tear
...laughter.
Wordless
(just a thought) .
The poem
writes itself
in the there of
(not-there)
...tip of the tongue...
in the known of
(the unknown) .
This the poem
that never
gets written
happy to be
just a passing fancy
curled up
asleep
hidden in my mind
dreaming of its
once upon a time.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wordless-poem-for-helen/
