Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Shhhhhhhhhh

How many times do we see something so quickly, a reflection, 
or eyes, or something,
 in a window or a mirror? 
Just a glimpse, really, barely even a glimpse.
A glit of something.
A gl
A g
How many times do we keep silent,
Unsure of how others would take it
That we are not alone right now?
That there is something else here,
Something that came by in a
Brief hush to say hello?
Something that we saw
In just a little teeny
Tiny bit of a see?
How many times do we keep this truth
Locked safely inside, worse, talk ourselves out
Of what we have seen?
When spirit or faeries, or nymphs or
Elves, or something more or something
Less shows herself, you are being honored,
Revered, loved.
Do not talk yourself out of the experience
Given to you.
To do so is to dishonor the one who
Loved you enough to show herself.

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M. L. Kiser October 3, 2018 at 5:31 AM Of all things, I once heard of a preacher who told his child to keep quiet about what she sees; she's only imagining it...a preacher, mind you! One can't get any more contradictory than a man of the cloth claiming that his daughter isn't seeing angels. When we silence those young sages that God sends into our lives; we handicap the world. I had to, "Fav" this one. Excellent! Caren Krutsinger October 3, 2018 at 7:03 AM Thank you. I have to believe in what I see; it is my mantra.

Rhona Mcferran October 2, 2018 at 9:29 PM I love how you did the part "Just a glimpse, really, barely even a glimpse/ A glit of something/ A gl / A g", such a perfect description! Beautifully (and creatively) penned. ;) Caren Krutsinger October 3, 2018 at 7:02 AM I know now that you know what I know that I know, but we dare not speak.....

Michelle Faulkner October 2, 2018 at 2:29 PM I have had a few of those unsettling moments when you doubt your own senses, love 'came by in a brief hush to say hello' and 'do not talk yourself out of the experience/given to you', well put! Caren Krutsinger October 2, 2018 at 2:59 PM Michelle, you almost have to live this to realize the truth of it.