Turn pages, stages fade, words read, thoughts pend
Wise, sized by age
A faze reached by patients and understanding
A page like the haircut, book a time slot let the barber do his job
Snip, all the negativity
Raise opportunity, blow the curls that spirals straight
Wait, condition a rough draft
Rinse a dirt path, underline new direction
Leave footprint on paper
Cutting edge
Words left unsaid
Recorded, written and hidden from the human eye
Sometimes what we want to say isn't voiced, the world can't hear everything
So allow poetry to walk vicariously through you
Only enjoyed by the simplicity of things
It doesn't have to be remembered or left somewhere in a pile of forgotten files
While the ink fades and it turns up a few smiles
It served its purpose
Through you
Give your mind a chance to broaden its horizon
Share an intimate moment with yours truly
The reality of things expresses the passion we feel
But sometimes that split second is a love letter from the universe
Addressed to one person
You
Sharing it, will lessen its value
And the importance it has to you personally
Embrace it and send it back out into a better place
Because not everything is meant to be shared
Not everything is meant to be remembered or cared about
Not everything has meaning, it's more an understanding
An understanding with no questions asked
It's a stage
A page
A line
A thought
Poetry
(c) Copyright 2012 - Esther Douek. All rights reserved
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