Not in what is said,
But what is left unsaid;
Nor in what is done,
But what is left undone;
There lies the nub of what is really meant.
Those smiling eyes,
Or glaring gaze;
The tilted head,
Tightly drawn lips
Belies a truth, could not be truly dreamt.
A sideways stance,
That flashing glance;
The angled foot
With upturned toe
Are warning signals to tread with care.
A raised eyebrow,
No doubt allow,
An intervention,
Has hit the mark,
Tread warily lest flimsy feelings flare.
One lowered look,
An elbow crook’d,
Then fleeting sneer,
Quite gentle snort,
Foretells the dawning of deepening trust.
Lo, dropping shoulders,
The arms unfolded,
A quivering forelip,
One glistening eye,
The verbal deluge now needs must .
When floodgates opened,
Healing beckoned,
Sixty tortuous minutes
Deluge down to trickle,
All would be well!
©
(From: Late Harvest.)
This is really excellent….brought out lots of feelings and thoughts. Thank you, Bushka. xxx
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Meaningful words Bushka.
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Thanks P….Creative listening is an art form. 😉
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Thank You Janet. Hugs. ❤️
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Yes,I like the way you move on from one stage to another using this poetic form ,…. well captured.:)xx
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Listening is quite an ‘art form’….;)
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Rich words
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Thank you Ann. Hugs.
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You express meanings and words so well Bushka 🙂
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Thank you Lilian. I enjoy the ‘Craft of Words’. 😉
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i love the glistening light on that wonderful tulip in it’s dying throws…
is this one of your poems? very thoughtful.
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Thanks…..Yes, one of my first collection in ‘Late Harvest’…..;)
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