Open Poetry #47 |
The echo of a whisper I |
blankmirrors Junior Member
since 2010-07-16
Posts 14 |
Our words Translate the mother tongue of our life Into a foreign language. * * * In the sleepless land of words We dismember our pain. Then, like gods, We compose it again. * * * There are words, barefoot as the rain, Which I seldom say, That nourish The spoken ones. * * * Phrases, my solitary islands, End, like a shipwrecked day, In a shout that won’t surface. |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
If our words don't speak, will our thoughts still echo? I often wonder. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I like this it really speaks to me. I'm off to read the rest of your series! Lori |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Raquel, in a hurry between finishing work for the day and preparing to leave for a Sector Policing Forum meeting and for which I still have a little to print out, and along with playing with my puppy who will be one year old tomorrow, I have just popped into Pip (our nickname for the poetry forum). I have read your reply to my poem and had an extremely quick read of your 3 poems here and a tiny taste of your trilogy of mirrors. I see you are a poet of excellence and when I have time (ha ha ha! - what is time? I have heard of it, but . . . ) I am going to read every bit of your poetry I can find. Welcome to Pip! It is the nicest poetry forum you will ever find with many very good poets and very kind, compassionate people. I will reply to your response to my poem later, as I am only allowing myself to read before the meeting, except for this one reply. I see you are also are an "animally" person - or I gather so, otherwise you wouldn't have mentioned your kitty cats. Owl |
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