some of the very best exist only in our own heads and minds.. too precious or maybe too risky to share and so they remain as hushed secrets.. splendid sir and of course true....
Ah, the words that never quite squeeze through the cracks in our psyche....the ones we can feel and almost taste, but can't quite get out....they can haunt a poet. I think your words that make it out, though, are wonderful! Lydi**
Huddled together in hushed harmony...
like a Nuthatch out on a limb with a broken wing that cannot fly into the sky...
but waits for his Mate to feed him...
a secret rendezvous. truly, Pat
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
such a poetic reply....thank you, Pat....
reminds me of "Blackbird" by the Beatles..."Take th.. read moresuch a poetic reply....thank you, Pat....
reminds me of "Blackbird" by the Beatles..."Take these broken wings and learn to fly...all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive---blackbird fly!"
j.
5 Years Ago
dear Jacob... I was clustered away by a fanatic religion, so I never listened to the Beetles ... onl.. read moredear Jacob... I was clustered away by a fanatic religion, so I never listened to the Beetles ... only a friend who had a Party had a Beetles dance once who was not our religion. I never heard Blackbird all these years.. but now I Googled the Song and understand your comparison. truly, Pat
actually Jacob, I believe those crammed together hushed words hide in some dark, shadowy corner of our minds and laugh at us... in whispers of course cause while they don't want us to know their secret(s) they do love the silence they want us to hear.... the silence is deafening.... thank goodness your pen doesn't have ears and always fines the ways to untangle those huddled up words onto the paper giving our happy eyes poems to read.....
Soft and intimate writing about what we all do to create. Excellent piece.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
so glad you could relate< Ken....
what you create is always so visual...stunning poetry.. read moreso glad you could relate< Ken....
what you create is always so visual...stunning poetry..
j.
I saw the unwritten words and they were huddled up close together. Positively cuddling they were. This little write is so intimate. Hushed harmony, shush keep it secret. That's where you took me Jacob. I love this. A wonderful piece of brevity which exudes much warmth.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..