“The Silence Between Lines”
Unread poems
are unwritten poetry —
ink still dreaming in the vein,
pages breathing in the dark,
their margins uncreased
by any gaze.
They live in the quiet tide
before the pen descends,
in the pause
between heartbeat and word,
in the shadow‑scent of paper
waiting
to be touched by thought.
Some drift closer
to the shore of speech,
then slip back
into the mind’s undertow —
perfect in their unspilled form,
a library of ghosts
bound in the quiet tide
we carry.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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How many times I have grasped for a submerged thought to find an empty hand deceived by the surface refraction of light that bent the image below. I have seen many pulled back by the waves now out of reach. A wonderful write Cryptic that I have thought of and written on before. Very nicely expressed in this metaphor it resounds in the falling of each wave. Above all else don't let the muse drown
I love reading this poem aloud, with its gentle phrasing and beautiful sentiment, it reaches the poetic heart. Exceptionally done!!
Thanks dear Bella🙏🏻🕊️
And now from me 'An Unspoken Poem'. What's in it, they ask. Dunno, I've not spoken it yet! Doh!
👍🏻that’s what we’re talking about!
I dunno wot I'm talking about half the time! lol.
My friend, I’ve carried unwritten lines like this myself…held tight in the undertow, perfect before they ever touch paper. You’ve captured that beautifully 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Many thanks, Tittu. Sometimes all of life feels like poetry longing to escape pre-thought and that turmoil of feeling and jumbled senses. 🕊️🙏
Such true words Rik we all have unwritten poems within us.
Andy
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