Nothingness in the Whisper

 
You toss away memories once held close– 
keeping those things which cling to the inner 
strings of your heart, caught in cobwebs you 
haven’t cleared away – don’t even want to 
try, knowing pain would flood each nook – crevice
every space open to the conscious self.
 
Those around you fail to understand it;
they do not practice the art or the craft,
they do not weave magic with syllables,
rhythm or rhyme, hear only what they can – 
nothingness in the whisper of wind, rain,
the quiet of falling snow …or a tear.
 
Your eyes alone find the mystery in words,
written with passion – full of desire.


Siobhan
01/07/09

Email: siom1@hotmail.com