I keep hoping words come
and this pressure, building on the inside,
eventually finds a way out.
It's been weeks, no... months, really.
A long time to remain as one mute,
thoughts dispersing in vapour
with each breath. My days are spent
in silence, circling
that which refuses to be said.
Winter, some would say,
takes us down this impasse,
requires patience and humility;
words of wisdom, perhaps.
Meantime, at a premium, space
condenses around a simple solid.
Refracting prism twinned
by an immoveable presence
a thousand words cannot express.
Surrender to one or the other
would tear me asunder, so keep them
apart yet together I must.
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Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
