When the Words Disappear – videopoem
When the words disappear,
what shall I do, what shall I do?
When the words disappear
All I want to do
is have an affair with the roses.
Caress them with my eyes,
offer my attention,
drink their sexy beauty.
The words are disappearing…
What shall this wordsmith do?
All I want to do all day
is smell the roses again
and paint the roses once more—-
hey, the roses are whispering…
I lean in to listen:
Words, dear poet, come now.
Words are not so crucial…
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
Oh My Goddess, did you surprise me with that one, sister! I will immediately share this to my feed in the hope of drowning out more unpleasant things. I wonder if I could come visit you and appreciate your talent in person sometime in decade 9. xoxoxo
That just put the biggest smile on my face! Such.a joy to watch you read. And I shall take this advice when the words won’t come…