My inkpot is empty
My words hang in the air
Yearning to communicate.
I stir my words in the teacup
Their warmth is wafting
Eager to touch you.
I try to carve them on your heart
They melt and mix in your blood
Losing their charm.
How will posterity read them?
I need new inkpots
My journal is wistful and forlorn.
Embedded within its pages
My words wish to soar
Words that whisper and warble…
The song of peace.
© Balroop Singh
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Beautiful
Thank you!
Picture of Peace and such a lovely and magnificent poem on Peace, Balroop. Too good.
Thank you Kamal… peace, love and reconciliation. 🙂
You are always welcome dear Balroop and same to you too ❤️😊😊💞
Beautiful poem, Balroop, filled with longing and hope.
Let me quote the stanza at the end
“:Embedded within its pages
My words wish to soar
Words that whisper and warble…”
They will ! And the inkpot will overflow. 💕
Miriam
Thank you Miriam for a beautiful wish… I would love to have an overflowing ink-pot.
I can relate to this, Balroop. A great depiction of a poet’s grapple with words.
Thank you Robbie for stopping by to read and sharing your lovely thoughts.
I wonder if your inkpot is ever empty, Balroop. Even the empty inkpot becomes poetry.
I agree, Diana!
🙂
Haha! Thanks for the smiles Diana. This is just a yearning to make somebody understand the value of words, often misinterpreted.
Yes, words are powerful things indeed.
Love it! This is so beautiful and truly speaks to the struggle of the poet, yet its beauty within. Finding words.
Thank you Lisa, love your beautiful compliment. 💕💕
As always, beautifully and artfully done, Balroop. So much emotion and in so few words!
Thank you Mae, I am delighted that the emotions are reaching you. 🥰
Beautiful, Balroop.
Thanks Jill, I appreciate your standing by to read.
I loved it!
Thanks 🥰
I love this, Balroop! I really felt this part deeply, “I try to carve them on your heart
They melt and mix in your blood
Losing their charm.”
Thank you Denise for catching the emotion of this poem. Have a wonderful day.
Beautiful, Balroop… 💞
Thank you Bette. Have a wonderful week. 🤗
Ditto! 😍😘
A wonderful poem, Balroop, that transported me. Many layers, depth, so much to convey, where to begin?
Thanks Erica for trying to understand the layers. Have a blessed weekend.
Beautiful poem. I like these two lines
My words wish to soar
Words that whisper and warble
Thank you arv, I am glad you like it.
I am calmer. “My inkpot is empty”–love that.
Thanks Jacqui, ink pots may be imaginary now but they still inspire me.
Your words are just beautiful, Balroop, and very relatable. I especially love those last lines.
Thanks Lauren.
Beautifully expressed, Balroop!
Thank you Jan.
Beautiful post
Thank you
Even the struggle is beautifully articulated. 🙂 x
Struggle finds its way out if there is enough ink to smear it. Thanks for sharing your thoughts Deb.
Beautifully said Balroop 🙂
Thank you!
Your stir is magical to revive the nearly empty inkpot, Balroop. Our emotions sometimes are suppressed. The inkpot of emotions needs to be stirred often. Beautiful poem!
Thank you for a beautiful response to my poem Miriam, much appreciated.
You’re welcome, Balroop! I love your poem.
Balroop, I love this poem … the words are centre stage, as they should be! At times words never seem enough, silence would be better, at times we seem to run out, words are misconstrued, misused. Yes to :
‘Words that whisper and warble…
The song of peace.’
Beautiful poem and thought-provoking reflections!
Thank you Annika for your lovely thoughts… words do have the power! Just read my today’s poem. 😊
Wow, Balroop, powerful is not a powerful enough word to describe your poem. For women trapped in that situation, how do they avoid rape? Do women ultimately have the power? I hope they do. I am so sad for women who live in societies which do not honor them and their choices.
Sadly they don’t have any choice Marsha. They live in harrowing situations, an unimaginable hell. Thanks for coming over to read and share your thoughts.
Those situations overwhelm me. Let me know how you are handling it.
I am in California, watching from the sidelines, as my heart breaks for the helpless.
I’m just a state over feeling broken as well.
Gorgeous poetry
Thank you Jude, I am delighted to hear that.