“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Keeping it Inside Out (There)
Between you and I
secrets
Yes
You've seen parts
none cared
for, but me.
You see,
remember that time
you knew
I was lying
or the time
you knew truth
was hiding right there
and both times
you thought,
why not?
Or of a poet-
that needs words
that hold places for
secrets
that are not known
but shown
anyway...
In between
poetry shared
somewhere
someone
else may
someday
care
and keep
secrets
with me.
Image by Julia Margaret Cameron [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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