14 February 2018

For Want of a Word

Antique Valentine 1909 01.jpg
1909 Valentine's card

For want of a word
a chance lost its way
high in the bald hills
left from summer’s fire.

For want of a word
sun-laced summer bleached
us too dry to quench
our consuming passion.

For want of a word
eyes missed eyes, and mouth
never reached the ears
waiting for its kiss.

For want of a word
we let fall our sparks
behind our steps without
caution, without grace.

For want of a word
flames devoured the path,
and gobbled the drops
of our now and then.

For want of a word
we lost our chance and
let the hills burn, not
heeding love’s return.

 For Sumana's prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Word

My blog poems are rough drafts. 
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast


Khaya Ronkainen said...

For want of a word...

Sweet nostalgia of youthful days, but with a sense of regret from the speaker's side:

we lost our chance and
let the hills burn, not
heeding love’s return.

Tender and beautiful piece, Susan.

Anonymous said...

I am glad I waited to write, for the very reason you express so well with your words. In youth, we have a tendency to think our words need fire to ignite the ears and hearts of others. It is only as we age that we discover that warmth is far more inviting. I love the Dylan quote you have on your side bar page.



Old Egg said...

How beautiful this is Susan. How it stresses the importance and comfort that words have especially when love and reassurance are needed.

Myrna R. said...

This is such a beautiful poem of regret. Sometimes, it's the smallest word or gesture that can open up love.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Oh, so much depends on a word well chosen!

Thotpurge said...

So true.. a word or the lack of it can make all the difference...do we wait or burn our bridges and walk on...

Toni Spencer said...

The fifth stanza...wow. gobbling our now or then....words can destroy or give life. Your poem tells it truthfully and beautifully.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This makes me think of the times in my life when connections were missed for want of a word, or a turning away instead of towards. Beautiful, Susan.

Sumana Roy said...

The poem portrays 'word' as life. For want of it nothing remains except regret. "we let fall our sparks / behind our steps without / caution, without grace." This leads to ruin indeed. I like the image of fire here. So apt.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

the very purpose of words....beautifully said...!!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh, how excruciating, that word left wanting. A small omission becomes a full-scale tragedy.

rallentanda said...

Good poem. Take a chance...speak up....or face the consequences of not having done so.

Nicholas V said...

Oh yes, Susan, love thrives on words and the right words must be spoken at the right time, at the right place, with the right intonation at the right volume - else the spell is broken!

Sandi said...

There is so much regret in this. It is painful.