The snow covers everything
for a brief moment
it is silent. Complete.
Then cars intrude
thoughts intrude
life intrudes
the silence is lost. Gone.
This is not a poem. I want to settle into the white spaces but the letters are necessary because, ya know, writing. I want to settle into the white space but without the noise, there is nothing and then there is no purpose. I want to settle into the white space and rest, completely, without intrusion and purpose and reverberations. This is not a poem. This is writing gone awry.
Today feels like white space.
Blank space.
Silence before the world takes it away.
The distance between two points
(usually) full of resting places
park benches to sit upon
just to not be moving
But this distance is more of an abyss.
It is no park. And if there was, the snow would cover everything.
And the snow does cover everything
for more than a brief moment
it is silent. Complete.
Teacher, mother, partner...writer?? Time to put it out there, I suppose. I started this on March 1, 2019 as a part of a challenge to write, everyday. March is over and yet I am still writing. Maybe not every day, but still writing.
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Oh, my. I read it. I read it again. Poem it is. It sure touches me – the words, the white spaces, the feelings and the not seen.
Oh, my. I read it. I read it again. Poem it is. It sure touches me – the words, the white spaces, the feelings and the not seen.
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Thank you
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I love love love this…its getting copied in my sketchbook so it can live with me always.
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I adore you…and miss you terribly
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