Paul Willason Poet Free verse

Waiting To Be Made Known

I have a quiet space
in the centre of myself
behind a high wall
where I go to listen.
I keep all my unwritten
poems there, some sleep
in a wordless dream
waiting to be awoken,
others are cloaked
in a vague notion 
or an unshaped need 
looking for way 
to find form, a prayer
yet to be spoken 
and be given a name.
Mostly though I hear
only the sound of myself, 
my own machinery,
the taken breath,
my heartbeat, masking
what waits 
to be made known.

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Jin-ju Ye September 22, 2025 at 7:26 AM What a relatable feeling! I often wonder if it's at the heart of many or rare. Maybe it'll end up being AI that can translate the where and why of the psyche and remove the mystery. I have my theories regarding my own and vary my opinion on whether I'm happier or not listening or tuning in. Poetry taps into it with a mind if it's own regardless. Excellent writing and of huge value to me to find poetry like yours.

Deb M September 21, 2025 at 7:03 PM WOW Paul…..oh perhaps l should say Wordsmith Extraordinaire!! The way you express your thoughts into words is simply mesmerising honestly! Your poems always take me on some sort of journey and leave me thinking about them once read….you have such a beautiful gift Paul ….a very talented poet indeed!! Debx