It has its genesis somewhere inbetween
the lines...the feelings...the silence...yes the silence perhaps...feeling the silence...echoing the silence... understanding the silence....empathizing with the silence...embracing the silence...speaking to the silence...singing with the silence...then giving it a shape...a form...a visual...perhaps even beauty, grace, dignity, charm...a bewitching, tangible , unmistakable, pulsating charm...that is how a nebulous thought springs up and becomes lyrics ...the melody you call mesmeric...do you know it is born out of nothingness...just nothingness...pure nothingness and a solitude which is exclusive and all encompassing...poetry is
born out of that which is nothing and one day dives back into that which is naught
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What a beautiful response to the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Rosemary
DeleteI'm imagining smoking poetry down in that crevice!
ReplyDeleteYes, Shaun. Perhaps it is gurgling somewhere within
DeleteOh I love this A beautiful reflection ❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Marja
DeleteYour poem is an epic response to our challenge!!! A stream of unstoppable consciousness.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Helen
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