Unspoken

As the breath quickly escapes these pursed lips
words whirl in my mind without escape
I wonder...I wish...I want...
each deny this voice chance

When the wind blows
and the leaves of the willow move
the ripples in a drop of rain shiver
and the silent sounds of my mind whisper

no sound escapes being
the only answer that minds
this precision in silence

formality...sincerity...modality...tonality
a speck of eternity penetrates
torn chiffon...

Silent but deafening
to the one that hears
that which is unspoken.

Author's Note

Thoughts without paper.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' Silent but deafening ~~ to the one that hears ~~ that which is unspoken. '

Between some people there's no need for words, the mind and heart sends invisible messages, looks say everything .. and in this quite beautiful poem .. there's more than meets the eye.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That was so beautifully mealcholy... so much sadness with a ray of hope. Good to see you writing again.

[An owl on the moon]

This pours itself into the soul with the darkest hues... The denial of a voice feels so suffocating to me... to be silenced to a poet is to die in some sense. Yet.. there is a deeper message that carries through... and breathes a profound word.

[Ken Simm.]

Full, longing and a mood of sadness. You say what I feel.

[Tate Morgan]

I love the ind through the trees especially willows they exude unhappy tears the willow to me is greif

[Ladysue]

wow this was amazingly done...torn chiffon...what a great image among the others that that shine in this piece. This is utterly beautiful and poignant...well done...