In the spaces that lie between what I
Feel and what I say, a silence lingers
There, breathless voids of discontent
That cannot be crossed by a few simple
Words, as the reaches are far too vast and
I have not the skills to navigate them.
Ah how the poets dream of such things,
Elusive intangibles of thought to pen, I
Have dreamt of worlds, written only in
Whispered musings, that seek to define
What can only be imagined, shades of
Images that mirror what cannot be seen.
As a drifter I sail there, lost but ever
Seeking as I am pulled along those
Rapid inner currents of words unwritten
And voices unheard, minds eye guiding
My way as a beacon that splits the silence
In the spaces that lie between.
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I listened to a woman today trying to tell the story of her journey through a miraculous recovery from cancer. She was VERY inarticulate but we could 'hear' those 'spaces in between'...
Poet, you have found a way to express what so many have not mined their vocabularies for, what so many do not have the ability to communicate - and you have built a vessel to contain our experience, to give it form so that it is not lost in the vast oceans of things that are never shared. I like your work.
Thank you!
shades of Images that mirror what cannot be seen.
Great write...
your poetic analysis is spoken as a true poet ...
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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I too am intrigued by those spaces and wrote a poem once about it.
George,your poems never disappoint! Superb!