The story

There are so many stories which our lips carry, arguably perhaps more than our heart. Our lips have actually touched another person. Our lips have mimicked out the words felt by our heart. They’re the ones that form into a downward crest before the heart has a chance to react, before the eyes overwhelm with icing waters of hurt. Our lips are the ones that suddenly cascade in an upward spiral when the heart meets someone pleasant to the eye or when our feet are attacked by soft tickles of another’s fingers. They’re the ones that embrace chapped skin when another’s lips touch ours in winter, the ones who linger slowly on the forehead of a heartfelt other. Our lips have spoken words of regret, words of anger, words of hopefulness. They’ve pleaded, they’ve begged, they’ve wished, they’ve sprinkled words of happiness, all under the direction of the well-covered heart. In this trail of confused thought, it makes me wonder, have our lips loved more than our beating heart will ever be capable of? And if our lips could speak freely, what would they actually say?


Inspired by Augury and Memory 


19 thoughts on “The story

  1. Poetically put! Beautifully posed!
    Words are thoughts given form. The cause that elicits an effect, equal to the sentiment imbued. Like for like. Words of love, or words of spite. The vocalised two sides of our nature. How we speak betrays the stirrings in our heart. Eventually.

      1. My God-your in Brussels now!
        Yes-not only is it Monday here, but it is also Bank Holiday Monday which always means one thing-rain! Whether it is the bank holiday in May, or August, family plans tend to be thwarted by the weather.
        Temperatures are cooler, and there is a weather warning for rain tonight in Manchester. I am going to the match tonight as it is the first home game of the season. Home=Manchester=soaking for me.
        Don’t you just love equations.

      2. Free bird flies, remember? 😉
        Ah, the famous Bank Holiday Mondays! With the appropriate showers to honor whatever it is you’re celebrating/remembering/mourning. When I visit Ireland I was also there on a bank holiday Monday and, yes you guessed correctly, it rained. Fabulous!
        I’m a mathematician in disguise. I love equations!
        Monday + Rain = ultimate writing day 😉

  2. I wanted to take it all in, before I replied commented and what I can think of in the end? is we don’t often speak the words in our hearts do we?

    1. Yes, I was thinking somewhere along those lines as well. There must be some kind of filter, perhaps at times a disconnection between our hearts and what actually comes out. At the same time out lips act as a kind of barrier for both good and bad, protecting the heart. I just wonder how often it’s first the lips acting, then the heart…

    1. Much love Mirna! Thanks! Writing surely is great thing to do. And for a while I thought everyone could write but apparently it’s a talent as well. So keep up the good work, I bet you’ve got at least ten books in you waiting to come out on paper. xx

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