Another Poem


Words without connection rumble,

arrive and disappear.

Images without explanation

fly through the sky of vision.

Meanings are lost.

How and why, I do not know.


Mistakes, weakness and imperfections

penetrate the early hours before dawn.

Where is maturity? Humility?

Forgiveness? Change?


Who will finish what?

No beginning. No end.

Fear sinks its head

as a hopeful smile lingers

without reason.

Gudrun Mouw (c)
Sept. 24, 2018


  1. Perie Longo said:

    Thank you for shining a light on why I have no idea what many are talking about. Maybe it’s not my stupidity after all, lost in the jungle of unrelated words looking for something to unsay.

    October 6, 2018
  2. Abhaya Kathleen Clark said:

    Words, and the thoughts we build from them, allow connection, learning, growth: That moment when Helen Keller realizes the finger symbols mean water her painful isolation dissolves. …that moment when a young child learns to yell “no!” …the sound of someone you love saying your name.

    October 8, 2018

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