Unspoken Truth
by Karen Hecht Springer
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
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The heart never lies when it skips a beat. |
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Unspoken Truth
By Karen Hecht Springer
June 27, 2012
So I’m wishing I knew you -
Knew the mechanics behind the frame -
Fibers, cords
Connecting through your soul and
Weaving a tapestry unique through time
With precision -
Yet, imprecisely,
Quizzical spontaneity mixes with your
Raw life blood and
Powers the light in your eyes which is
The refracting lens that burns through my being -
A question, tinged with
Regrets -
Unspoken -
Truth?
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
9/16/2012 |
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Lovely and stunningly emotional poetry Karen.
I sometimes think we are programmed to recognize the ones we are meant to connect with in this world.
As I said stunning poetry
Peter |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
7/23/2012 |
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Certainly substance to reflect upon; something with which I can relate. Thanks for sharing, Karen. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle |
7/23/2012 |
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pulsating with inquisitive energy... "the mechanics behind the frame..." bespeaks a construction technique few dare aspire to... and the close ... such pregnant silence...
this did not disappoint...
Roger |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
6/29/2012 |
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You say so much with so few words in this verse, do we ever know someone? Maybe not.
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| Reviewed by D. Vaineo |
6/28/2012 |
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Karen, Wanting to know and at times we reqret it. Great!
Always,
Deborah |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
6/28/2012 |
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Karen,
A wonderful way of peering into the lens and see that which is reflected back.
Budd |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
6/27/2012 |
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"A question, tinged with
Regrets -
Unspoken -
Truth?"
Ah, I hear you, but sometimes it is better not to ask, or probe too deeply. I know. I know. Sometimes we just can't help ourselves. |
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