half spoken, half heard
i believe you
in every word
there is a silence
and past reminding me
you who have answers… or do you call them reasons…
reasons with questions that ask me do you always speak to me in colors that keep their beauty? through tears in paper that beg to know me?
through words, half spoken, half written, half heard but always known…
like the pages of time
i ask myself now, who am i?
but you know better, so i flip through the pages
to find you, to find me, to find the other half of me..
© r.e.l. 1/12/11
Image of ‘Lost Goddess Diaries: The Truth BE Told’ by AmandaGWright
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Posted for Poetry Potluck week 18 (1/16-1/22/11) Languages, Signs and Symbols on Jingle Poetry
Received The Sunshine Award from Jingle Poetry
“to find you, to find me, to find the other half of me.”
If we ever stop looking, we are doomed. I like this.
January 13, 2011 at 6:46 am
yes, and if we have journaled in the past, it can be fascinating to go back to read what seems to have been forgotten.. this poem is about that. but it could take on a generic theme too and be a person
never stop looking…
January 13, 2011 at 6:48 am
I occasionally go back and read my journals. It reminds me of how I’ve grown and I’m thankful. It also reminds me of how good my life is now.
January 13, 2011 at 7:04 am
January 13, 2011 at 7:07 am
Reading this, I keep thinking of the gap between the words we choose and the meaning we intend to express. With enough words and enough time, we can begin to know.
Thank you for your thoughts.
Shalom.
January 14, 2011 at 12:19 am
it’s a magical process, i think, to express what’s really inside us with words.. most energies cannot be expressed in words. to find the right metaphors and voice is an art
January 14, 2011 at 11:53 am
This is good art!
January 14, 2011 at 11:05 pm
yes, amanda is amazing! i’m blown away by the colors…
January 15, 2011 at 10:03 am
lovely.. you express yourself well.. thank you for sharing.. here’s my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/06/19/my-whole-world/
January 17, 2011 at 9:33 pm
thank you…
January 17, 2011 at 9:35 pm
oh this is soooo nice!
“through words, half spoken, half written, half heard but always known…”,
“so i flip through the pages
to find you, to find me, to find the other half of me..”
this is absolutely beautiful and it so greatly conveys the idea of the search for the loved one…
January 18, 2011 at 3:55 am
or searching for yourself… i was writing about an old diary. but i’m glad that the words convey to you that it’s about the search for a loved one. it is that too
January 18, 2011 at 5:35 am
That’s cool, now that I know it’s about a diary, I totally see it, and the imagery is fantastic (‘like the pages of time’). I also took it to be about relationships. The mark of a great poet when you can make your readers find whatever they need to in it.
January 18, 2011 at 4:30 pm
thank you… i think my angle in each poem is to create one than one meaning, so that it’s not completely clear what it’s about, but that many ideas can be read into it.. thanks for noticing
January 18, 2011 at 4:51 pm
just awesome! so full of love and faith.
http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/free-soul-14th-january-2011/
January 19, 2011 at 4:14 am
thanks
January 19, 2011 at 6:24 am
“speak to me in colors that keep their beauty” is one of the most beautiful lines i have ever read.
January 19, 2011 at 6:06 pm
thank you.. so sweet of you.. the painting of the diary channeled those words to me
January 19, 2011 at 6:08 pm
“in every word
there is a silence
and past reminding me”
These lines resonate something inescapable…a haunting of the psyche…an unspoken reminder. Took me to a place of reflection.
I really enjoyed this poem. Thank you so much for sharing.
January 20, 2011 at 9:33 pm
glad you enjoyed it… i was specifically referring to old diaries, all mind dumps of the psyche from years ago, and knowing that once i wrote, i left those worlds behind… and to think that all of that is captured in these old books.
but even in the mind this could happen. the way we remember what is most important to us when we are in pure silence. the unspoken reminder.
January 20, 2011 at 10:02 pm
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