Drawn with questions,
meant to ask,
yet stillness plays its charm.
Lips meant to speak,
paused by fingers
meant to write.
Are the questions too heavy,
or is she resting in thoughts
dreamt by eyes
vast as an endless sky,
sparkling with stars?
Has hope vanished from her,
or are dreams quietly blooming
in her mind?
- Ray Moonee
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Author:
Ray Moonee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem in response to a portrait, trying to capture the quiet moment before thought turns into speech. The stillness, the fingers at the lips, and the searching eyes felt like a pause where questions and dreams exist together, unspoken but alive. Paused, where questions rest before finding a voice.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A poem of that moment of pause between perception and response. Well written
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