If you could sit with me a while,
what would you feel free to say
this day,(Grammys?Movies?uh,
c’mon, after all that is over, there would be this silence
like when Kanu killed a squirrel and didn’t know
whom to tell)…
what would we say,
knowing we might never meet again, or have
this chance to say what we are given to,
then……
pic courtesy :National Geographic photographer thank you!
speak, and I will too, for time never returns, and what is
said in truth, however deep the place, is what lasts
a life, or
more;
if I could speak back, I would too, but am afraid to be the first,
so I will wait.
I will wait.
Not just on Valentine’s, Saint
Valentine.
……………………………………………….
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Words always seem less than what one wants to say. I treasure shared silences – those moments when you know without words being spoken that you and your companion are in perfect understanding, sharing the same moment with the same emotion and thoughts – the silent union of minds … sunsets, rainbows glistening in raindrops… catalysts for communion
Very nice. As often, it brings to my mind someone else’s poetry….Conrad Aiken…who eloquently wrote of the vulnerability of reaching out to someone else, a “hand reaching across the abyss” and hoping to find contact. I’ll email you an excerrpt…
I will
That was
for St Valentine …
Beautiful….
An echo of a nostalgic whisper, resonating through a humane heart. Indeed, we sit and sit, between silence and voice.. between breath and words.
I had been visiting and sitting in your sphere often, reading your thoughts for months. The humility and honesty in your poetry have always touched my heart. Keep your ink alive.
Thank you, silent fingers..:) we see / read what we interpret, so most of beauty is in the readers’ eye. Love the name ‘ Silent fingers’.. speaks volume
Ah, indeed we are all mirrors. After months of reading and “knowing” your humble heart, I cannot help but see beauty reflected in your words
And lovely knowing that you saw beyond my “Sileny fingers”… They too speaks in their “InnerDialects”. Thank You!