Poem 0080 for Anita – silence

Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on January 27, 2011 under Stan Stewart | 2 Comments to Read

“Cat got your tongue?”

I’d have to say no
Except for the fact
That I have nothing
To say.

Nothing — that is –
Except for my meager
Attempts to verbalize
The bottomless
Pit of my fear and love
And how they become
A melting pot that
Overflows with longings
And wishes and
Wishes that the longings
Did not always hold
So much weight.

Yes, this nothing that
I have to say is potent
With expectation and
Doubt. It is full and
Empty of both itself
And everything else.

This nothing that I
Have to say is gigantic
In proportions and
Tiny in stature.

This nothing that I have
To say is chilled by
Its own ineptitude
And impassioned
By its creative genius.

This nothing that I have to
Say is sorry for the hurt
It brings to myself and
Sometimes to others;
That its drive occasionally
Outstrips its sensibility
Or compassion.

This nothing that I have to say
Is so full of its own
Nothingness
That it can sometimes
See nothing else.

This nothing that I have to say is …

It just is.

~ by Stan Stewart

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