It

was

.

m

y

.

way

.

o

f

.

saying

.

without

words . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

was

.

m

y

.

way

.

o

f

.

showing

.

beneath

.

t

h

e

.

blur . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

the

words

.

remain

unheard . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

the

meaning

.

undiscerned . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

leaving

.

t

h

e

. 

words

.

t

o

.

stir . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

the 

images

.

t

o

.

merge . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

s

–

–

–

the 

haunting . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

taunting . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

lost

opportunity

.

burns . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

turns . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

burns.

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2013 where the affected party seeking some kind of reconnection or reconciliation cannot find the words or actions needed to bring about a successful resolution. And he or she remains haunted by the lost opportunities for making this happen.