An Unwritten Poem

There's an unwritten poem
Hidden deep inside each of us.


Singing to a song with no lyrics.
It confines in us.


Sinking to the core,
With each scattered thought.
Aging,
In each battered heart.


It reminds us of us.
Harsh, and untitled.
Bottled up,
For the world to see.


A message,
Searching for a blank space to sleep.
A blanketed place to lay sacred
Beneath the pages.
Naked, and at peace.


At least no longer scavenging,
Savagely, for a place to feast.
Or rather, for a form to teach
A poem that has no form of speech.


Yet alone, we each have seen
And heard it speak.
Murmuring
In an unspoken tongue.
We each have at least
Heard it spoken once.


A broken language
vanished, abandoned, stranded,
on empty canvases yet painted.


Awaiting the insight of creation.
Or rather, the creative.
But, whose unfortunate impatience
For the process
Render lines vacant with inanimate objects.


Paraphrases erased from an adamant conscience.
Adopted by moments of silence.
Yet, in that sweet moment of solace,
It seems, it all becomes
All so obvious.

 

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Reviews

[Lesley Wood]

I was caught and reeled in by that beautiful picture you chose for this poem-and it fits so well..as there is a beautiful poem or story or dream in each one of us. I think this poem is absolutely lovely and I wouldn't change a thing. (Loved this...)
...Bottled up,
For the world to see.

A message,
Searching for a blank space to sleep.
A blanketed place to lay sacred
Beneath the pages.
Naked, and at peace. "

[Brandon]

Beautiful

[Memnoch]

I Like what you had to say here Art. we all get it from time to time. And i do believe that we all have poetry locked inside us all just waiting to get out. sometimes we try to hard and nothing comes to mind. When it finely comes out , we think to our selfs: I knew it all a long.
Thanks for sharring Art.
Kelley Frost

[Paul McCracken]

You nailed it!!

[Caitlin Cardinal]

This is so amazing. As soon as I started reading it I heard it being read inside my head by a voice other than my own. It may sound strange but to me, with this poem, it's just straight intensity. The rythym will fluxuate or relax and then suddenly it hits you and it all seems organized in an unstructured way. This is absolutely amazing. I hope you are getting out and performing this because it deserves to be shared.

[Marie Starr]

recently, i read a book that made reference to a belief of the natives of the north western area of america that one's main purpose in life was to find their song and that once someone had found their song anyone who heard it would truly know them ... i knew then that i had yet to find my song and furthermore, that i was limiting myself by language ... i began to think my own song lay somewhere beyond language and have tried to open myself up to sounds ... maybe this is why this part of your poem struck me:

a poem
that has
no form of speech
yet alone
we each have seen
and heard it speak
murmuring
in an unspoken tongue
we each
have at least
heard it
spoken once
a broken language
vanished
abandoned
stranded
on empty canvases
yet painted

it often seems such a difficult thing to do ... to take these words invented to describe objects and forms and physical places, to communicate commands and requests and warnings, and find a way to describe feelings and ideas and blank spaces, to communicate connections and divisions and questions ... it sometimes seems as if there are no words to do this with ... especially when we factor in our conscience and what or how or why we should or should not write ... even for the most altruistic of reasons ... which i think you spoke to well with these lines:

paraphrases erased
from an adamant conscience
adopted by moments of silence

i especially love the "adopted by moments of silence" ... the whole intention spoken to of silence adopting us may seem a quite literal reading of this but there have often been times when i have felt a force outside myself has an integral interest in keeping me quiet ... again, sometimes for the most altruistic of reasons ... at least in their minds ... it brings to mind the whole controversy over whether couples of one race should be allowed to adopt children of another race or whether the child misses a significant cultural awareness, faces an enculturation process that lacks what he or she may need ... whether it leaves the child without the words, without the awareness, without the experience or understanding required, or at least desired, to be able to have the best life they can and find a place for themselves in this world in which they feel real ...

needless to say ... i enjoyed your poem ... it made me think of many things, it used this limited language admirably, and it had some beautiful and meaningful images ... i look forward to reading more of what you have to say and thank you for adding me ... i wish you many sweet moments of solace ...

[Ilene M.W. Lush]

ah the internal and eternal erato ( translation of erato is lovely, I love that )

lovely poem. captures the essence inside each of us.

[Michael Anyanwu]

I've always been a firm believer in the fact that all people have art within them that waits patiently to spring forth and enrich life. Unfortunately, so many are never encouraged to let that inner light of creativity to shine.

Your poem is a breath of fresh air that's given me much to think about.

Thank you for the positive experience and truly edifying experience.

Peace and blessings.

[Carmelovalone]

Big ideas in your work! I'd have to agree there is that unwritten poem inside everyone, wether they wanna hear or not is up to them. At least you are listening i'm giving a shot too. Good to meet.

-C

[William R.]

I like the idea of some script inside of us, something true and naturally meaningful, waiting for the right "blank space" to fill in an act of self-creation. I'm not sure if that exists, but if it does your piece is one of them.

[Laura]

okay, I can relate this poem--I never actually thought about that: we do possess a poem in all of us--to bad some people don't want to admit that they are what they are. Great masterpiece sir! and I hope to read more of your work.