I never say the words she hears me speak
And I in turn hear everything she dreams
Within the outer reaches of mystique
Deciphering your love's unconscious streams
I never need to wait to hear her thought
Before my words are formed she knows my mind
Communication of a special sort
An intranet of most unusual kind
But there are days she hears what I don't mean
And moments when I miss her greatest need
Between two souls can be a deep ravine
A place to sow misunderstanding's seed
Without a word we know what isn't so
Express yourself and happiness will grow
Author notes
Prompt:
It is not necessary to word your phrase, your silent words can bring the same meaning sometimes...Unknown
In a list
A contest entry
- Silent words... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended July 19, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Man, I'm glad I checked out your poem- and thanks for your comment on my stupid one! There are days. Can't believe God wasted a soul on me. We are so lucky to get these chances.
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Your poem was fantastic
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Yes..it is the displine of the love and you have worded it so thoughtfully my friend..thank you so much for entering my contest...
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This is an unusual and truthful look at real relationships that occasionally don't mesh as well as we'd like. Another fine rhyme Jeff. Well done.
Paul
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This is dynamite.
This is built as precisely as a brick wall and it's just as durable.
Your conclusion is inescapable because the whole poem is like a jury summation, link after link of argument.
And I love "an intranet of most unusual kind"
Tom
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Food for thought to not take one another for granted, to know what we know when self is reflected in another acceptance, and love feeds the famished affections.
I like the listening in theses lines.
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Deep stuff this but I was hooked from the first line.
xxx Bumpy
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