Julian Buckrell Poet Rhyme

Unspoken Intent

Of place and our time 
Do untold thoughts align.?
When the space of word,
Able to be uttered; herd.
Our tasks at hand.
They shift as if light upon a Window in a summer rains distraction.
Some are to gather, 
Some are to share,
Others are left,
Departing; on the air.
Kept of our silence prone,
standing.
Doubting the possible.
The bold to leave,
Unsaid of true intention.
Nor possessing the sand
to bring such; to mention.

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Beata Agustin January 11, 2024 at 11:30 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Vernon Witmer November 17, 2020 at 7:32 AM sensing trepidation, hesitation, I don't know if that's intentional. Staccato style is new to me, reading mission and commitment. The more I reread the more is revealed. It has legs but the emotion is buried. I am enjoying the exploration of this poem.