Sliver Moon
04/20/2007 04:53 a.m.
She hung, slivered
Above the shadowed hill,
Upon black velvet draperies,
Nestled amid twinkling dancers

I shameless voyeur
Reveled in her beauty
Hushed and still
Her grace
A forever memory

In bits and pieces, stopping along the way the poetry yet lives in my heart.
I wonder why it is, silence seems preferable.
Is it fear or an unwillingness to share
That deepest part of my heart and soul

There are times I ache
To be able to put into words
What I feel, think

Once long ago the words came so easily,
It was as if each breath
Brought something wonderful
That must be saved, shared,
Savored

Is it myself I wish not to see
Or the world
Perhaps it is an unwillingness to
Try and capture a dream, coming true

Wordless
I love you hangs in the air
Wind kissed and
Breathless

I am currently Peachy
I am listening to peepers

I agree with Maria. This is a poem that needs the light of day and for the majority to see. And why deprive beauty to the eyes of all who would benefit by such words as you written down as were gotten from your heart.

Sometimes I believe we think too much about the words and maybe the "worth" rather than letting them flow. Or maybe it is the emotion or perception we distrust. But you should push it out and keep it going and you'll learn to trust yourself again. I have distrusted my own words and at times for good reason. As I've told people I much prefer braille as a form of communication, whether it be a touch, a hug, a kiss or more where appropriate. Keep it going.