January 24, 2015
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It is a language that I barely speak
Instead it spills out of me
Living in my breath
Pounding in my heart
It screams but beautifully
A melody rooted in infinity
My finite mapping unable to fully render
The immensity that fills me to bursting
But does not account for but a drop
Of Truth
And even though the message is so deep within me
And grows in every movement in my being
It kills me
When you can't hear it
Comments (7)
This is so beautifully written. So heart breaking. peace to you
Thank you. It was never meant to be so sad, but it is heart breaking in a way. Some thing so desperately need to be said but they are so abstract as to make communicating them near impossible. But I hoped more to say that some abstract concepts of Truth and Beauty are so infinitely large that we cannot contain them and can only imperfectly express them. If they were easily heard, would they still be so meaningful?
@goddessofthelight: Very deep but yes, I know what you mean. Sometimes even trying to explain lessens the value in a sense. When I red this I was reminded of all the things I wish I could say to my daughter.... I do say them/ write them but I can't be certain she hears/ knows.
@peacenow: I'm sure she does hear. Thats part of what I like about posting online. Its like you put it out intothe universe for anyone to hear. But this was mostly about my husband, who can read my words but often still can't hear them because we come from such different cultures. Its like we speak different languages sometimes.
@goddessofthelight: Ah... I completely see that now that it is explained! It's good to hear the writer's meaning. So often poetry is subjective - which isn't a bad thing. It can make it relate-able to all.
@goddessofthelight: A beautiful piece and So true... my writing often seems off cant and at odds... yet when spoken it is often better understood. I suppose that is the magic in the writer speaking with their intended phrasing and intonation.
the more of your writing I read the more I enjoy it.
@Blue_Moon1: Thank you. I am honored that you like my writing since I consider you to be very talented yourself. I like to read my pieces out loud too, or anything, make it come alive. I started writing poetry actually because I was writing songs. I also used to make books on tape for my ex as birthday gifts and she loved them. There is something intangible that you can only scratch the surface of expressing, but you get a little bit closer when you add the power of your physical voice to your words.