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Our Own Little Language
Minuscule lies were whispered
in perfect time with your inquiries.
Reassuring words were told
so chaotic lives could proceed
without a second of hesitation.
No dramatic scenes were made,
for the truth was more than obvious.
It was always much more simple
to sketch the outline of a smile on my lips,
but only because it would reflect on yours.
We developed our own foreign language,
which consisted of an endless series of symbols.
No one else could comprehend
how we communicated in such a way,
and at times, even we would forget how to speak it.
in perfect time with your inquiries.
Reassuring words were told
so chaotic lives could proceed
without a second of hesitation.
No dramatic scenes were made,
for the truth was more than obvious.
It was always much more simple
to sketch the outline of a smile on my lips,
but only because it would reflect on yours.
We developed our own foreign language,
which consisted of an endless series of symbols.
No one else could comprehend
how we communicated in such a way,
and at times, even we would forget how to speak it.
Published 19th Aug 2017
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19th Aug 2017 6:14pm
much more simple
you may need to revise as
simple simpler simplest
and not more simple i guess
nice first wee steps
you take ung one
you may need to revise as
simple simpler simplest
and not more simple i guess
nice first wee steps
you take ung one
19th Aug 2017 6:16pm
20th Aug 2017 7:30pm
It was always much (more)???? simple may be better... if it was like below '''It was always much ah! simpler hope you will use ur own mind not mine
Anonymous
19th Aug 2017 7:10pm
so, here i was sitting and reading around, until
making it back to your page.. but i must say
that these words brought me back to a time and
place of recollection, a haunting one:
then your ending confirmed it to be of truth:
""We developed our own foreign language,
which consisted of an endless series of symbols.
No one else could comprehend
how we communicated in such a way,
and at times, even we would forget how to speak it.""
stunned and moved deeply
making it back to your page.. but i must say
that these words brought me back to a time and
place of recollection, a haunting one:
then your ending confirmed it to be of truth:
""We developed our own foreign language,
which consisted of an endless series of symbols.
No one else could comprehend
how we communicated in such a way,
and at times, even we would forget how to speak it.""
stunned and moved deeply
19th Aug 2017 7:12pm
This poem in particular is one of great importance to me. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Anonymous
19th Aug 2017 7:18pm
i can tell and im always amazed by poetry because whoever reads it, leaves with a little piece of them-selves either taken away or fulfilled i
and if only we could just remember what it is that keeps such languages intact and connected as binds
and if only we could just remember what it is that keeps such languages intact and connected as binds
19th Aug 2017 7:23pm
Poetry is quite a fascinating thing, isn't it? How just a few simple words could mean so many different things depending on the reader's interpretation. I agree. It seems we often forget the key to proper communication.
