That Space between PoetryA Poem by Naomi Montana WalshIt's been awhile since , I've written, this poem adresses that.
SAY SOMETHING... SILENT SO LONG STRUCK DUMB. The caps left on. Is anything at all better than silence? It is written , to everything , there Is a time words and the distance between them That Space The space in which one breathes Exhale Inhale again.. Thoughts mature, they warm, they rise like steam they are the space between myself and poetry. Where dreams separate or find a commonality with reality. That Space. Festering sores of real or imagined indignities Separate in categories of believe and disbelieve. Opaque or transparent Which will I choose to be? Filling the space between myself and poetry. I think , mostly with memories. Never with indifference. Never without regard for That Space. seeds and dreams That in their own time grow strong enough to hold my hearts true intent and only then the silence stops no longer , struck dumb, it must therefore come naturally When …. That Space. Becomes poetry.
Naomi Montana Walsh. © 2010 Naomi Montana WalshReviews
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5 Reviews Added on March 14, 2010 Last Updated on March 14, 2010 AuthorNaomi Montana WalshLos Angeles , CAAboutI am a writer and Artist .. well actually those are the same thing to me..I like to tell stories with art and I like to make pictures with words ..I live a happy life now but have walked through the v.. more..Writing
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