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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A phantom presence etched within the word, A shape that lingers yet is never heard. It sits in wait, a linguistic ghost, A silent sentinel counting up the cost Of expectations, sounds we long to claim, But find it absent whispering no name. The 'k' in 'knife,' a sharp and cutting edge That language holds upon a silent ledge. The 'b' in 'debt,' a weight we carry still, Though utterance avoids its forceful will. The 'h' in 'ghost,' a breath we cannot trace, A spectral form within a spoken space. What purpose holds this unseen, unheard guest? A relic of a tongue put now to test? A historical echo faint and low, A secret whispered long, so long ago? Does it define the shape, the inner core, A subtle influence we can't ignore? A hidden marker guiding how we read, A silent contract planting a strange seed Of understanding deeper than the sound, A visual anchor, firmly, subtly bound? Or is it simply chance, a quirk of time, A fossilized inflection past its prime? A burden carried through the ages flown, A silent passenger forever known By those who learn the rules, the strange decree, Of letters present yet eternally free From vocal burden, from the spoken air, A mystery residing ever there. Perhaps it speaks to more than just the tongue, To all the things that go forever unsung. The unseen efforts, the unspoken pain, The quiet strength that helps us rise again. The love that lingers though no words are said, The silent battles fought within the head. So let us ponder these ethereal forms, These silent letters weathering life's storms. They teach us nuance depth beyond the ear, That not all meaning must be loud and clear. And in their quietude a truth resides, That sometimes silence deepest meaning hides. ©bfa040825
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