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\u2013 After Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, The Unfolding<\/em><\/p>\n Why can I find no words in English Or another word for heal? Within our available lexicon, I know I\u2019m not the only one Like pangloria<\/em>\u2014when even to know my own heart, to relive moments of astonishment\u2014 the way smells of ocean breeze I write to honour communion to ease grief when loss threatens from those events that sweep us I write when my spirit It could be a promise \u2013 After Bunkong Toun, \u201cThe Rescue\u201d<\/p>\n I. <\/strong><\/p>\n She stops at a poem The wonder of words In the hardest times, II. <\/strong><\/p>\n Words soothe, like the telling Imagine curiosity is a trowel, What if nature is a non-renewable battery, What if energy is the golden key to the body, Imagine hope is an unbroken fossil \u00abRELATED READ\u00bb<\/strong> POEMS BY OLIVIA HAJIOFF: A Perfect Love, Nostalgia, We Are the Sky\u00bb<\/strong><\/p>\n image: schucke<\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Essential Language \u2013 After Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, The Unfolding Why can I find no words in Englishfor elevated, rounded landscapeslarger<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":18016,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18015","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-inspiration"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18015","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=18015"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18015\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/18016"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=18015"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18015"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18015"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
for elevated, rounded landscapes
larger than a hill
but smaller than a mountain?
I live surrounded by hills.
Anywhere I walk leads to a grade,
some steeper than others.
I need more nouns to celebrate
the uniqueness of these spaces.<\/p>\n
Such an important verb for us
these days. Cure doesn\u2019t cut it
and the meaning is not the same.<\/p>\n
I crave more words to describe
how I feel and what
and who I love.
Perceive isn\u2019t sufficient.
Like, not profound enough.
Adore and worship, over the top.<\/p>\n
bemoaning a lack
of adequate descriptors.
A few friends, out of desperation,
have begun creating their own.<\/p>\n
in the face of despair, we can sense
a unity with everything.
Couldn\u2019t we all use a word like that!
How in every circumstance,
we can find a reason for praise.<\/p>\nI Write<\/h2>\n
to better comprehend
my reason for coming here,<\/p>\n
how the crescendo of waves builds
as I climb stairs from the beach,<\/p>\n
and seaweed calm me
like time spent in meditation.<\/p>\n
with the hills and my companions\u2013
the seagulls, osprey and pelicans,<\/p>\n
to overwhelm, to express the sorrow
faced by every living being<\/p>\n
off our feet, tidal waves
that materialize without warning.<\/p>\n
is brimming with so much love,
it\u2019s more than I can carry.<\/p>\n
made before I was born.
What if it\u2019s my purpose?<\/p>\nThe Gift of Words<\/h2>\n
that speaks of her wounds,
and weeps.<\/p>\n
as a way to express sorrow,
distress, and also awe.<\/p>\n
after seeking solace in silence
and in the company
of a good friend, she turns
to what others have written
in their despair.<\/p>\n
of a young sea otter pup
swimming in circles
off the pier, mewling
for his mother\u2019s return
as she pushes to the ocean floor
in search of a clam to feed him.
How his whole small body shakes
with delight when she bursts
out of the water,
pulls him onto her soft front,
and backstrokes away.<\/p>\nMetaphorically Speaking<\/h2>\n
courage, a mailbox,
mercy, an unpainted room,
honesty, a glass bottle.<\/p>\n
peace, the lost sock in your drawer,
sorrow, a train track through a frozen field,
the search for wisdom, a plastic knife.<\/p>\n
compassion, a canoe paddle,
laughter, a dust cloth for the soul,
forgiveness, a blackboard.<\/p>\n
found in crumbling rock.<\/p>\n
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