There are words that we recall,
their promise fleeting,
veil, once lifted, vanished
mercurial, they missed their capture,
lost in moments’ madness
There are words we’ve never heard that speak
caught in throats, in hearts,
that rarely vent,
carried in that meditation,
than all sound ever spent.
There are times the nothing speaks
a thousand voices,
demystified, these murmurs,
drowning out, in muted,
There are words we sometimes wish
we’d never uttered,
some there are we wonder
why we heard,
as those that find their way,
in silence stuttered,
sublimating word for word.
6 thoughts on “Across Thresholds”
Ah ! The words classified into magnificent word-play. They can be mere words or words with meaning. Amazingly written. I have never read your poetry just once because as soon as I finish reading it, I have to go back to the beginning as there is so much written between the lines.
I especially loved the lines where you depicted the voice of nothing. This is something that is usually ignored by the audience while the speaker of nothing has so much to convey. Brilliant, as always 🙂
Thank you so much, Prateek. I’m happy you enjoyed it. 🙂
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A-M, this may be my favourite of your poems, yet (and that’s a hard choice to make). How true. These lines go straight to the heart!
Thank you, Beth. I’m so delighted you have a favourite. 🙂
A very ironic poem considering your gift for always finding the right words in your poetry.
Thank you, Phil. How lovely of you to say so. 🙂
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