Monday, April 2, 2018



Perhaps the “I” 
Is the most important word
In the English language
How else can I tell you

What I see, think and feel
I ask you to come for tea
I ask you to listen
I ask you to look with me

I ask you to see
I ask you to reach inside my chest
Feel my heart beat
Touch my tears
Experience my loneliness and my longing

Come into my house
Which has many rooms
You are a special guest
We will wander together

April 2, 2018


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Ah, this is a lovely see, hear, touch your tears, assauge loneliness. Beautiful, Annell.

Mama Zen said...

I particularly like the last stanza, the turn. Lovely work.

France Marie Henry Southworth Cordova said...


ellecee said...

I enjoyed this poem so much, I think we all have times when we need someone to share our needs with,,

R.K. Garon said...

...As "I" shall accept. : )
written on the Sounds of an "I the butterfly" coming out of a cocoon.
or just plain written very well, and on purpose : )

Wendy Bourke said...

Communication would not have advanced much beyond the caveman level, I think, without that tiny little word. I shutter to thing, the world would be in even worse shape, if people did not have the ability to share their dreams and desires. A thought provoking piece.

pamela sayers said...


I, too, love the turn of the last stanza. Pretty poem.
I haven't written with you in ages. I hope all finds you well.


dsnake1 said...

a strong argument for "I", eh?
nicely done! :)

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

How incredibly poignant the poem becomes by the concluding verse.

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