Unspoken Poem by Landon Pulmano

Unspoken



Blank pages.
Empty spaces absent of

Sweet whispers from faces.
No traces of silky ink-

Only the sound of silence
Heavy, like invisible snow.

Where are they?
Where did they go?

Words that are huddled
And caged in the wings

Before the stage.
And Love? Afraid.

So it stayed in bed,
While courage fled

Down the hall
Reluctant to fall.

And the words?
They barely crawled.

The beginning was the end
For the words met no friends,

Pacing the mind end to end.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Dorn 01 October 2006

Great 'ending, ' Landon... well done! ! Brian

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