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Wordless
by Kate DemereeWordless
Setting sleepless, before the glass
Clothed in tissue, surrounded by
Nicotine shrouds, caffeine rings
Whys, chasing whenÂ’s and howÂ’s
Through a tired, deranged mind
Silted eyes stare at water and life
Rushing ever on
Shaky pleas of denial
No's and this can not beÂ’s
Vie with memories
For center stage
Another page turned
Randomly
Wordless prayers
Searching for ways to form
Without selfishness
Salt water confessions
Watering the drink
In the cup
Gold threads
Mixing with deep purple
Red, orange, amber
Shimmers on dark water
Soothing comfort
To ragged edges and frayed emotions
Gratefully accepted
05/05/2003 Posted on 05/05/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/05/03 at 03:25 PM Wordless leaves me...speechless |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/05/03 at 04:52 PM Catchy vocabular arrangement Kate! |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 05/06/03 at 02:42 PM Introspection @ its finest. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 05/06/03 at 11:19 PM Great images here in this surreal picture of sorrow mixed with and somehow brightened and comforted by the final view. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 05/07/03 at 06:24 AM I really like this phrase: Whys, chasing when’s and how’s
Through a tired, deranged mind
Really gives a feel of what you mean :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/07/03 at 02:54 PM salt water confessions go like the tides to smart the toes laxing by the poetic shore. |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 05/07/03 at 10:46 PM mmm, if word-less, then full of color and texture, feeling, memory, all those other great non-verbals :) |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/09/03 at 04:26 PM Theres a switch in the realm of wordlessness shrouded in darkness of the room. The switch is remote controlled by the amness in the realm of thoughtlessness.Let the lights swith on.Shut off the said and the unsaid. Shut off the why's and the when's. You know the answer. Let the answer speak for it self. |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/10/03 at 05:46 PM *claps his hands* |
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