Between The Lines

My poetry languishes at the top of the page
Unwritten
My words dally in the margins
Laughing and dancing playfully
Unformed
Rejecting all thoughts I send their way
Volleying them around
Before finally tossing them aside
Unused
And unexpressed

For how can I think I can explain
How the day feels when the sun does not shine
How the moon aches as night after night
 It bleeds into darkness
How the thirsty cactus flower feels
At the first drop of long awaited rain

Webster has no words strong enough
No meanings deep enough,
No syllables full enough
And I cannot hope to write poetry
Powerful enough
To express what it is you mean to me

And so I offer you simple words
That only touch the surface
And hope you can feel
Between the lines




october 2011

  



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Di ~ Nov 6, 2011