It’s fright
Hidden in a place with no name
It’s harmful
but free
opaque
A meaning
not deciphered
I reach and
let go
Bare
if I try
if I try
to convey
its importance to
nonentity
to myself.
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Posted for d'verse poets
Sometimes we are just not meant to know the meaning.
ReplyDeleteOften we just have to accept what is, without thinking too much about it.
ReplyDeletei know the feeling...it is a bit of the mystery of life you know...there are these things we can not put our finger on...but know for sure we can feel them....
ReplyDeleteThere are things we just know...without knowing how we do..
ReplyDeleteI was brought here by the image, thinking something had disappeared. And it ended up being the words that brought them back.
ReplyDeleteWow, I love your poem. The indentations are very effective at creating a jumping-off-a-building visual. I love that you see yourself as a nonentity. Amen, sister.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a gorgeous blog!
...ah, if only we can live without weighing too much of anything... sigh...
ReplyDeleteyip, that's exactly how it feels...
ReplyDeleteMa'am, you have "that way with words". Funny: in a speech, the pauses are SO important--the silence. A great part of music is the rests, the silences, creating sadness, grief, or excitement, thrills.
ReplyDeleteYour blog posts display your own gift of spacing, (Ha! NOT "spaced-out!") which spaces sometimes say more than words. Really nice.
You've nailed down human feelings of inadequacy, obscurity, nonentity, feeling "out-of-the-game", while being more "in the game" than ever. Great insight.
Second sight... premonition... omen... anything but superstition.
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