A stillness poem—sitting with the weight of something that can’t be named.
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There are no words
for this feeling—
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broken chair
empty cardboard box
lost in
a strange city.
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I sit, and wait
for the words
to come
…
they don’t
…
Unworded
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8 responses to “Unworded”
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Sometimes it’s good just to reflect and breathe in that stillness!
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It is indeed, Ezekiel. Cheers!
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I can relate to this… some words are beyond expression. Some emotions are too powerful…
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Yes, as great as language is, it has its limitations. But, then again, I guess that’s what makes it interesting.
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I agree. There are times emotions have no words to match them.
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Agreed, Aaron. I guess that’s where the spaces between the words come in; the echoes that people like Dickinson and Celan created. Thanks for stopping by.
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You are very welcome!!!
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Much appreciated!
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