Difference Doesn'T Lie In Distance Poem by indira babbellapati

Difference Doesn'T Lie In Distance

Rating: 3.5


a voice can be heard
close to a whisper
a prescence can be felt
right in one's lap
even in impersonal spaces
even in cold precincts

a voice can remain unheard
a prescence can be ignored
even in earshot distance
even in closest proximity

20sep2009
09.47hrs

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jay P. Narain 19 September 2009

Absolutely right! It all depends on our stage of mind. Good thoughts though.

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 19 September 2009

Wisdom pours fast & hard from this Socratic pen-gem, young lady! You continue to be one of the better reads.and talent on this stage, and the above work puts a credible stamp on that assertion of mine! P.S...1 think i caught a type-o...presence(no C) ...No big deal, the only reason i'm so good at catching these human err's is that i'm also an expert at making my own, all the time! lol! ......Excellent Worl, my dear. F j R

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R.k Das 19 September 2009

how so very true....truth of a feeling in its best form

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Catrina Heart 19 September 2009

Well observed, clearly penned and explained.....great work my friend...Thanks! 10+++

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Rakesh Bedi 20 September 2009

Agreed, indira, then, where does the difference lie? What makes visible, invisible....tangible intangible...... from silence to sound and lots of voices in silence...? ? ?

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Philosophy of a DewyFlower 12 October 2009

indeed the difference doesn t lie in distance! the DIFFRENCE can exist in the same Heart and the same Soul! ! ! then distance isn't a criterion of Difference! nice structured thoughts! I liked it

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Braja K Sarkar 03 October 2009

Beautiful poem, indeed.Thanks Indira!

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Nouri Black 01 October 2009

amzing word, love how u said it

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Sandra Fowler 01 October 2009

Wise words. I often hear those distant whispers that touch my soul. You are a true poet. Warmest regards, Sandra

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Saadat Tahir 01 October 2009

this nearness unbridgebale and this silence deafening... reverbrates.....ones soul to shreds and what a life pic u painted prof... endless ceaseless torture.... put in words so well cvheers and ten

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indira babbellapati

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visakhapatnam, india
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