A Gap In The Clouds

How many millions of poems are being written
pencil, pen, keyboard
how many more have been scratched
quilled, chalked, painted

With each dot over an i
curve under a j
angle of an L
with each of these and more there is attached noise
noise of imagination
and the noise of the instrument of torture

For isn’t poetry a torture?

Listen for a second as you read a poem, any poem
can you hear the agony, the torment, the destruction
the brutality of language
of how it tries to entice you into believing
we are nothing more
than mere human beings?

In reality we are the silences
between each stroke of the pen

We are poetry, we are beautiful
and together we are something more than the silences
we are the invisible vibrations of life

We are poetry’s most passionate of silences

A smile on the face of Peace

* quote: John Fowles, The Magus

Included in my book, ‘After the Rain’, 2017

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