INTERLUDE (THE WHITE SPACES BETWEEN THE WORDS)

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

 

A forest of words…

To find repose

in her cool shade

 

To luxuriate hidden

deep in the shadows

while birds sing

their cryptic songs

 

The silence of

stone

Mute

Unmoving

 

The quiet flow

of a river

carving

through rock

 

Like the river

the words flow

cutting through our existence

with relentless force

 

The power

of a blank page

waiting to be filled

with meaning

 

Another dimension

deceptive

yet true

taking many forms

 

A soliloquy of dreams

uttered alone beneath trees

bearing abundant fruit

to nourish the soul

 

Language;

loaded symbols

that speak volumes

with a whisper or a scream

 

…And the white spaces

between the words—

a void of silence

vibrating with soundless music

 

Yes, this forest of words…

 

The poet, like the birds

sings his mysterious song

in a green slumber

often overlooked or unheard

 

He grows and flourishes

with the trees

there

in that quiet wood

 

A cool wind blows

and rattles the branches

A transformation takes place…

 

POETRY

 

 

THB3

 

 

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