Unspoken
The words that remain unspoken
are powerful, not just token.
They play in the mind.
You can feel them grind,
left behind,
unbroken.
This poem is written in a Welsh form called a Clogyrnach.
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Thursday, October 27, 2016
Unspoken
I am a poet and photographer who likes sports, jazz and art inspired by other art. I served in the U.S. Marine Corps during the early 1970's and was assigned to the Computer Sciences School in Quantico, VA. I have published a chapbook of grief poems, I Keep You with Me. My work also has appeared in publications such as Thorny Locust Magazine, core. zine,The Enigmatist, Veterans' Voices and Kansas Time + Place An Anthology of Heartland Poetry. My visual art pieces combine poetry and photographs, and have been most recently displayed at InterUrban ArtHouse, Johnson County Arts & Heritage Center, Buttonwood Art Space, and The Smalter Gallery.
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The theme and meter of this poem is strong and insightful. I'm enjoying reading and rereading it, as one can with poems.
ReplyDeleteThe theme and meter of this poem is strong and insightful. I'm enjoying reading and rereading it, as one can with poems.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Letty. I think the rhyme scheme and decreasing line lengths make it an interesting form.
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