An Unwritten Poem

An Unwritten Poem

A Poem by Art Freeman

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.

 

.......

© 2010 Art Freeman


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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. "

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Awesome. This is among the best I've read here. I love to read this out loud. I've done it about three times. Such force and imagination. I can't single out a favorite line. It's all good and I mean that sincerely.

Posted 18 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful... I love the different rythms in this piece... the way each line is so delicately woven with the next to create a strong and colorful fabric... It reaches beyone the stroke of the pen, to the heart of the writer, urging them to pour out their souls on the page... Magnificent.

Posted 18 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Outstanding!

Posted 18 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Art Freeman
Art Freeman

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