Nothing
Sometimes i think i have nothing to say
but i say something anyway.
Then there are times when i know
i have nothing to say
and i say nothing.
The secret of poetry,
to say nothing,
as the drop of inspiration
meets an eternal lake of consciousness
and reverberates in words?
There are times when i say nothing
and everything which is needed is said:
Who can tell if it was the drop
or the lake which spoke?
How beautiful the still reflection
in an open heart...
Fay Slimm
A beautiful ending to this honest reflection on writing David. That last line is a stunner.
A beautiful ending to this honest reflection on writing David. That last line is a stunner.
Sandra Martyres
"How beautiful the still reflection in an open heart..." A lovely poem David -tfs
"How beautiful the still reflection in an open heart..." A lovely poem David -tfs
poetwithcancer
Dear David, // I would say that it is the lake speaking THROUGH the drop. I am one who believes that the lake never speaks, unless it is through one of its drops. You are a drop from the lake that has spoken well. --Michael
Dear David, // I would say that it is the lake speaking THROUGH the drop. I am one who believes that the lake never speaks, unless it is through one of its drops. You are a drop from the lake that has spoken well. --Michael
rarebird
I do agree with you. A wonderful poem, David!
I do agree with you. A wonderful poem, David!
kath
the words you have chosen are pitcher (container) perfect David and turn this into an almost magical poem! To end with an open heart is very special indeed. :) kath xxx
the words you have chosen are pitcher (container) perfect David and turn this into an almost magical poem! To end with an open heart is very special indeed. :) kath xxx
Very lovely reading! Thank you.