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Thoughts
They want me to speak
But my thoughts are silence
My poetry has fallen - who will lift it?
The living minute is a heavy
prison door and far beyond my walls
a women hums a very old air
an air that comes from far before childhood
Her face is closed
The images are broken
They want me to speak
But my soul is silence
But my thoughts are silence
My poetry has fallen - who will lift it?
The living minute is a heavy
prison door and far beyond my walls
a women hums a very old air
an air that comes from far before childhood
Her face is closed
The images are broken
They want me to speak
But my soul is silence
Published 25th May 2020
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25th May 2020 6:35pm
i really like the imagery in "her face is closed- the images are broken." This feels like something from my own childhood memories.
26th May 2020 6:09pm
An old somewhat cliché quote by ram dass comes to mind during my reading of your awe-inspiring poem:
“We're fascinated by the words but where we meet is in the silence behind them.”
“We're fascinated by the words but where we meet is in the silence behind them.”
27th May 2020 6:11pm
28th May 2020 10:55pm
5th Jun 2020 7:31pm
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10th Jun 2020 4:09pm
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Anonymous
15th Nov 2023 12:56pm
Beautiful
