Searching For Words

Where have all the words gone? It has been more than ten days, since my last write of a one-liner poem. Here I am lost, searching, searching for words for nothing comes to mind. My spirit is lost in a never ending staircase, running, stopping, searching for a door, an entry way or the final step to find the words to pen, scribble, write. Where have all the words gone? I could not find any, every time I tried to write a tribute to my brother, who left so suddenly, unexpectedly. Neither could I write a eulogy for him. The time came a few days ago to bid our “goodbyes” and I came empty. No words came at hand, except bits and pieces of our childhood. The memory of the two us watching and listening to Bruce Springsteen’s Born in the USA tour, years and years ago. With no other words in utterance, I read one of the old poems I wrote “Tell Them You Love Them Now”. Where have all the words gone? Yesterday, I listened to a premiere of a piano piece, a Sonata in minor. Sad songs are played in minor keys. I felt so lost searching for words. Words that could let go the sadness, the sorrow of not seeing my brother alive to tell I love and appreciate him. Nobody was allowed to see him and he died all alone in the hospital without any love ones surrounding him. So heart breaking, leaving a hole or tearing all our hearts in our family. All of a sudden, I am finding the way. Or reaching the end of the stairway. The words welcoming me back covertly and now coming to mind, like the sun penetrating the thick clouds, gleaming hazily. 3/8/21 All Yours (Mar 9) Poetry Brian Strand