When words are only noise

Words must not just be spoken. Only spoken they are just noise. It is words lived that make all the difference. The yes I spoke and the yes I lived or the no I spoke and the no I lived. How tiring und trying these multitude of words that the pandemic has produced. Many of them were big promises but few of them have been kept.

From my old blog I have only saved one poem. The thousand other words I have deleted. I look up into the heavens and I am reminded of my mortality and that I will measured by the words I have spoken and the words I have kept.

a net i tried to build
to catch life
the sweet life

i caught sweat
and tears
and night

und then
happened upon a cliff
and i leapt
and discovered
between me and the emptiness
a net
laid out to catch me
and life
the sweet life