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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THE POEM IN MY MIND It is all in my mind you might say; Yes ... everything I know and I know everything. It's those poems in my head that can never be expressed in words music or in deeds The poem in my head that is connected to my soul's being. If the poem in my mind were to be uttered, I assume – would sound like the whirlwind And there are no mnemonics to allow the poem freedom to speak. These poems are shadows of my past and the oracles of our future. Many poems born in my head concerning wisdom and love. Poems of outrage-apologies never received or made. Poems of empathy and compassion Poems that have taken me places that I have never been or that I have visited before. The poems in my head recite silently the unrealized dreams Poems inspiring faith In the flesh of my reality. Poems connecting me to the human emotions Alerting me to feel what you feel, To think how I might come to understand your difficulties. Enabling me to Connect to your Joy and your pain The depth of life's secrets allowing me to smile at what you don't say. React to the sounds you don't make. And to know the reason that you smile back at me. While the poems that we write are wonderful and the scripts are acted out in some awesome performance we portray. It is when we turn our eyes away... and Blink! It is then we think how deeply the still waters run in the rivers of our memory banks. We listen to the masterpieces in our heads- though, we cannot speak or scribe- nor describe- The knowing runs deep; Deep into the fibers of our roots. The poem in my mind, I presume if heard would sound a bit like the whirlwind. Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
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