Unable to speak

Unable to speak

A Poem by Jack...
"

When love steals your words and fear locks them away

"

 

Unable to speak

 

A’ grip, my heart,

it feels the weakness

that does come of worried dreams

 

Endless thoughts paint abstract on this soul

 

Alone, is this how it shall be?

Watching the shadows play

in reverse of what is felt?

 

Gazing afar, this distance fades in the mist,

hides beyond the waters edge, glistens as hope,

yet merely a dream?

 

Sitting here I wonder,

these clouds of grey overhead,

do they speak my name in full syllables

or will the sun find me, waiting,

wishing that I could say?

 

Words, drew me to you but fear release from my tongue

 

If I carve our initials in this wooden bench,

sturdy as it may be,

would that brand me a fool?

 

If I gain the courage to shout my dreams, would you laugh?

 

Silence comes of this walkway, empty,

worn of the past and not knowing the future

of my desires

 

You have taken my voice

It rests within your hands, for it is yours

 

My pulse races, my palms sweat,

I want to tell you, yet…

 

I sit within this silence,

 

unable to speak

 

 

 

© 2013 Jack...


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Jack...
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nicely done Jack...this happens all the time...that little word fear...enjoyed your words...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Rose. I appreciate your kind words.
I love this. Very elegant piece, and the picture is perfect. Skillfully crafted, my friend...
A bit of a departure for you...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Angel, I am all over the board...you just started reaing me not too long ago. You would be surprised.. read more
This was a great write. I know i felt like this before, good job.

~Res

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much my friend.
I think we've all felt this way at one time or another, afraid to take the plunge for fear of rejection. I fancy the line 'do they speak my name in full syllables', such is the confusion of the mind. Lovely, your poetry always speaks volumes.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much

waooOO beautiful .but these lines....
If I gain the courage to shout my dreams, would you laugh?

Silence comes of this walkway, empty,
worn of the past and not knowing the future
of my desires

You have taken my voice
It rests within your hands, for it is yours

My pulse races, my palms sweat,
I want to tell you, yet…

I sit within this silence,

unable to speak"
I LOVE IT :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much my sweet friend.
Another gem, and one not expected, usually you are sure of where you stand..this time the doubt holds your tongue..very interesting poem..Valentine

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much my friend. You just never know with me
'Endless thoughts paint abstract on this soul' This line, yes! Oh! This is good enough for me, too! Congrats!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Angi
Beautifully written. :)

"Endless thoughts paint abstract on this soul"

Favorite line ^^^ (;

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank so very much my friend.
You are just such a phenomenal romantic writer, I think this is my favorite of yours Jack.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much my sweet friend. Nice to see you again.
I, Rene

11 Years Ago

:) nice to "see" you as well
This poem conveys shyness. Very good job of getting your point across. Eileen

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Eileen

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Jack...

San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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