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Comfortable with the Silence
by Maria Terezia FerenczSometimes I just can't pen a poem
no matter how much I want to
there is nothing to say
nothing to do
nothing to see
blank like a paper
better left saved for more intense moments
blank like a life lived without passion
If there is no memory of the moment
has it happened?
Or is it just blank spaces?
I'm living the moment caught inbetween words
where nothing exists that can be told
and I am comfortable
with this silence
it speaks to me
of peace. 04/30/2005 Author's Note: Not really a poem, more of a thought...or a lack of them
Posted on 04/30/2005
Copyright © 2024 Maria Terezia Ferencz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/30/05 at 04:35 PM ...maria, m'lady the moments inbetween words are just crammed-up with a thing psychologists call, stimuus overload...now don't get hung-up on the word....nanaanahaha, but we/you just have SO much to say and we're organizing..."living in the moments" X-act-O...we all do, you recogonize it...
;-0, lovely thought-piece...peace, chaz |
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