| Poetry |
Nothingness in the Whisper
You toss away memories once held close–
keeping those things which cling to the inner
strings of your heart, caught in cobwebs you
haven’t cleared away – don’t even want to
try, knowing pain would flood each nook – crevice
every space open to the conscious self.
Those around you fail to understand it;
they do not practice the art or the craft,
they do not weave magic with syllables,
rhythm or rhyme, hear only what they can –
nothingness in the whisper of wind, rain,
the quiet of falling snow …or a tear.
Your eyes alone find the mystery in words,
written with passion – full of desire.
Siobhan
01/07/09
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