Words Unspoken, Unread, Unheard
(For a lady I know)
So many words, so many people
So much time on our hands
I understand
You'd think we'd be spending our days telling people
all of the things we've never shared before
(they'd think we should be spending our days reading
all of the things that we've read before)
At home, it's harder
to live with oneself
No one else
cats and paintings grow madder
Many a word unspoken, unread
unheard will never matter
We've made a lot of mistakes in our lives
sometimes caused our families strife
In our lives, with our little lies
We've helped many a loved one and they've done it back
and with family, it's not like they'd balk, after all
But it's hard sometimes to say flat out
I love you all
so you put up a wall
And now is simply not the time for walls
No, not the time at all
I shall return after others have had a chance to read and comment.
A subtle poem. I must ponder it.
I have committed my own sins; sins of commission and sins of omission.
Others have done likely to harm me.
October 25, 2009 6:44 AM | Reply | Permalink
Who in the hell would want to harm you, Dickon?
Give me a list. I'll kick them.
October 25, 2009 6:50 AM | Reply | Permalink
I am talking about my life, in the old days, not now.
Except for this place, I gave up on people a long time ago. hahaha
I am not threatened here.
October 25, 2009 10:07 AM | Reply | Permalink
a word unspoken, unread, unheard = pent up frustration and emotions, and the need to let it out to ease the tension and stress building up within the mind, perhaps? I sense a tension building to a crescendo much like a wave on the northern shores in Hawaii - both spectacular and deadly which only the skilled may ride.
October 25, 2009 9:17 AM | Reply | Permalink
Let us in.
October 25, 2009 5:09 PM | Reply | Permalink
Beautiful poem, Lis. Meaningful in every way to me. As I am sure it is to many. Thank you.
October 25, 2009 5:57 PM | Reply | Permalink
PS -- left you a note elsewhere.
October 25, 2009 5:58 PM | Reply | Permalink
LisB, Thank you for writing this. It means a lot to me.
So many walls lately. I still take heart between them.
October 26, 2009 2:08 AM | Reply | Permalink
Yeah, I was feeling a bit down the other night, when I wrote this. I wrote it for me, and for a friend, and for, unfortunately, many other friends too. And for people who aren't my friends because I don't know them, yet. But they're in the same boat, so I plan on sitting down with them in the deck chairs and having a good talk, in order to get to know them, and commiserate. Scratch that. Listen to them...share with them...support them...and ask for support in return.
Commiserate is such a miserable word, and I'm tired of feeling miserable.
October 26, 2009 6:40 PM | Reply | Permalink
wow,
I know this feeling. Its so simple, so beautiful, and so true, like most things of beauty.
It reminds me of thoughts that I've had before, but never come to mind until it's too late.
Thanks for reminding me.
November 1, 2009 10:40 AM | Reply | Permalink