Tuesday, January 29, 2013

“Not Said….”

Not Said….

The world’s slowest conversation
can make a heart skip several beats,
and those distant observations
leave the brain stuck on repeat.

A few moments every season,
lost in one compelling gaze.
A slight graze on the cheek
can fill a mind for days.

So much yet unknown,
caught in the fickle web of self.
The fantasies and wayward dreams
tucked safely on a shelf.

And nothing’s ever offered.
There is no goal to be attained.
With no logic to the longing….
It can never be explained.

Barbie Angell
© 2011

By the way, you can read a really good interview with Barbie on The Sill of the World at this link; & if you're not familiar with The Sill of the World, you're in for a treat, because it is an excellent blog! Barbie Angell being on The Sill of the World is just double wonderfulness.
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3 comments:

  1. HKatzFebruary 1, 2013 at 1:22 PM

    I love this poem, especially these lines:

    A slight graze on the cheek
    can fill a mind for days.

    Thanks for the kind words, John, and to both you and Barbie for the wonderful interviews you gave on my blog.

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    1. UnknownFebruary 1, 2013 at 9:46 PM

      Thank you for asking me, Hila, I really appreciated it, just as I appreciate your support : )

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  2. barbie angellFebruary 2, 2013 at 8:32 PM

    aw, thank you hila. and thank you again for the excellent interview.
    : )

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