Notice of absence from LIZ

We wrote books on each other; a library of them. If our bodies could speak, what would they have to say? And what of the stories, and the songs we both made? A one-time experience? From beginning to end? 


We recited full tales; our dreams were expressed. But the words got all tangled; and we couldn't connect. I guess they were soundless, verses filled with no shame. Deeper feelings unspoken, and emotions restrained. 


We soaked up the excitement. Did we do this ourselves? Did we fail to stay open, and left things unexpressed? Now I stare at this page; trying hard to forget. I could write a sonnet; but the phrase wouldn't help! 





  • Author: LKA (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 13th, 2023 00:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: Unsaid!
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 27
  • Users favorite of this poem: peto, Teddy.15, L. B. Mek, Bobby O.
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  • orchidee

    I was getting ready to read a 1,000 word poem - Phew!
    If on average each long line here is 20 words, I make that about 120 words in all.

    • LIZ

      LOL can you imagine? Although if it's interesting enough.....maybe it would work?

    • orchidee

      I read of someone in the past who wrote his will of 50,000 words over five months, mainly justifying himself for his misdeeds. That's a lot of misdeeds! lol.

      • LIZ

        50,000 misdeeds? In that case, I think I'm doing pretty good!!! Mine don't come close to this number lol

        • orchidee

          Well bit less that 50,000 misdeeds, as it took him 50,000 words! lol. They probably got bored and cleared off at the reading of his Will, before it got to the money part.

        • 3 more comments

        • peto

          I think that you have just surpassed the very high standard of writing you hold yourself to
          Best I've read in a while
          Makes me wonder how someone with such a mastery of words could get so tangled
          The 1st line alone makes me long to turn the next page
          A stunning write that was a pleasure to read
          I Could go on and on

        • LIZ

          See, now you're making me blush! Thank you very much! πŸ™ I think we all get tangled at some point. But, I've been told experience is the best teacher. The "mess" can become inspiration. It can lead us (if we allow it) to something magical! Thank you for taking the time to comment! I sincerely appreciate it!

        • Teddy.15

          Dear Liz, Absolutely breathtaking, your imagery is so vivid, and your title too perfect, I'd say sounds like another song to me, if you haven't got a sonnet try one it would be truly wonderful after all it's a song in itself. A true tragedy of love when we no longer communicate. Beautifully expressed. πŸ’–

        • LIZ

          You melt my heart! Thank you very much! Yes, communication is key. Once it's gone, it all goes downhill! Some time ago, I only wrote sonnets....I may start again! Allowing the words to flow freely is so beautiful. I appreciate you!! β€οΈπŸ’‹

        • L. B. Mek

          'We wrote books on each other; a library of them.'
          now that's what i call a kidney blow
          of a first line
          I'm doubled up, fighting for breath
          pushing back
          against nightmares I thought I had long
          hey, if you're gonna write like that
          I'm wearing my bullet proof mindset
          when I read your surgical Poetry
          sheesh, just got my breath back
          (and breathe, its all in the past son
          all in the past)

        • LIZ

          Ahhhhh a memory huh? Should I warn you next time? Nah! LOL "I'm wearing my bullet proof mindset when I read your surgical Poetry"- notice alert: no anesthesia provided here!!! Thank you for your continued support. It means so much!

        • Bobby O

          A certified winner. It’s fun to unwind the moment to remember with an energy freshened by potential delight in the recall. Also, if we subscribe to the tome of noted regents of the psychiatric world, you are off the hook. Even a slight tinge of β€œoh oh” that may rejoin the dip back could be the painted part, the rewritten by us but unknown to us as a formulaic recall is not ours , not likely, but rather a recreate perhaps designed to mend or serve as catalyst to ascend, so be selfish w those images or be gingerly explorative cuz it’s a part that is all years and moment to cherish w sublimation. I enjoyed both what I think you thought and the exact way you displayed the journey.

        • LIZ

          Ah thank you very much! And...definitely a recreate to help repair...damage perhaps? Am I really off the hook though? I think I gear more towards being gingerly explorative; but selfishness does creep in sometimes. I appreciate you! πŸ™

        • onedeeppaco

          Was here to thank you but by now you probably got the message

          • LIZ

            Thank you!

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