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The Platitudes of a Speechless Poet

by V. Blake

my heart has learned eternity
from sinking into the galaxy,
and smiling
for the silence of fears
in the orbit of stars.

my eyes have learned lucidity
from gazing into the infinite
and finding
the swirling hues in the abyss;
the hole of memories in space.

but my hands have learned humility
from touching moments like these
and knowing
that the sun will rise without them,
and that it will set despite them.


Author's Note: Kind of a cop-out, really.

Posted on 09/01/2010
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 09/01/10 at 01:05 PM

The sun cares not if we are here or not, but oh the son knows!

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/01/10 at 05:23 PM

Touché George!

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/03/10 at 01:01 AM

...well while you were copping-out you got a stand-up verse here...like a sheet of chain-mail it gathers us in, eh?

Posted by Laura Doom on 09/04/10 at 11:06 PM

It has structural symmetry, which kin of belies the 'cop-out' status. The 'hands touching moments' is an intriguing image, and fingers the writer as a student of creative literary manipulation :>

Posted by Laura Doom on 09/04/10 at 11:14 PM

Most of my kind are frequently cut down to size -- as my kin will testify...

Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/08/10 at 08:18 PM

Ah to be speechless like this... I relate to this in that sometimes I fear the crevasse of platitudinousness. I am stuck with my own limitations even as I display them on these pages - oh This Writing! Thanks, Vince.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/27/11 at 02:30 AM

This is more precious than any fancy in creation. It is water for the thirsty soul, and so are you, Vince. I'm so glad I came in here today and found this gem.

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