What can’t be said aloud
or even blown into an envelope
placed in a bottle and set to sea
or kept beneath your pillow in diary
those words and feelings without words cannot
find a place of expression
for a multitude of reasons or just one
you carry them around like a weight
dripping from your neck
sometimes in a weak moment
you feel yourself urging to spill
the bunting and string it high
confidences for everyone to see
what’s the worst that could happen?
and yet, you know, the worst
is bad enough to keep
you quiet
how many others, you wonder
carry their own list of unmentionables
and what would they be?
any in common or always unique?
if you let someone know
the sum of you
would they
grow bored?
become disgusted?
smile and say ‘i understand’
when they did not?
who can understand the deep of us?
where we dare not venture, let alone another
what permissions given and retracted
exist?
like the long necked lillies that spring
miraculously from dry texan ground
after it has rained and
the electric mist has caused wonder
to touch the barren
perhaps it is a sign when
you can talk of such things
late into the night
with a stranger you will never
meet again
or that you whisper to yourself
the varied outcomes of confession
strung on a tree, lighting dark road
no, sometimes it is best
we model our forefathers and mothers
who knew what to keep to themselves
for years they held them in jars
turning to the light once in a while
and when they died, sometimes you would find
one survived the cull
and everyone would hush and hold their breaths
in inky silence
not sure of how to respond
somehow a secret after you are gone
doesn’t hold the same concern
and maybe they were free of them
in that hour
when all who knew, discovered
they had not
known them at all
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Ah, love. You are always amazing.
Before i go on the
Feathered Sleep
is such a Two
Word
Poem
among
is self as
Words come
Organic Reflection
of who we are so far
as Sleep will be Twilight
of Warm And Fuzzy Comfort
or Flight into Dreams Fruition
Effortless as Daylight Turns Night
Forevernow
‘Tween
in
Midnight
Noon Day Love
Summer Spring
DeLiGHT ALWaYS
NoW True VirtuAlly
iMpossible to: Capture From:
Heaven in Words As Heaven
Lives howEver SpArks now may
Fly HeaVeN LiveS oN as Morning
Star BRiGHT STiLL ALWayS to come
it’s worth
noting
my FriEnd
to me at lEast then
not speaking until Four
For Grand Expectations
of others still not able then
to Form a Creative Paragraph
After Three College Degrees then
other than a Technical List Working
at a Bowling Alley For Close to Two
Decades then.. Sure copy and paste
High Scores for Bowling Tournaments
too.. coming to Learn more about Computers
And then Being Described as a Computer Soul..
it’s true
life is a
reference
point of now
depending on how
Many Colors we come
to Paint with Potential
Emotions and Senses
Set Free and all i
Will Truly
say
NoW
iS how
Fortunate am i
for this modern fuller
abiLiTy to sWirl aRound
A Globe and Land on so
Much Beauty of what comes
in both dArk and liGht of the Human
Condition now for every drop of Humanity
from Abyss Beyond Heaven BecoMes the Flavor
and Taste of my Soul as it continues to Grow Freely
totally exposed
for true
my FriEnd
Candice this
Feathered Sleep
is one for Comfort and
Pain and Flight for all that
is Pleasure True iN LiGHT
and NiGHT
tHere is
never
a time
equal
to now for
those who are
Not afraid to expose all tHeir Soul Free
As This is what Birds Do Never Cover
Their Wings NoW WitH CloThes..
of
‘fore
in Close
So oPen NoW iN FLoW
Swum by Water Be Air Feathered Sleep
it’s True mY FriEnd the Feathered Sleep From: A
Cover now to: i may not look like a Katie Mia Frederick but i am..:)
Wonderfully honest!
I know you are my friend and I like the many faces of you always 💓
I love this! A question that rises often…. I have taken to shredding some of my journals.
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TheFeatheredSleep – Secrets, secrets
Indeed, there are secrets our shadow selves keep even from us, and there are those we know and keep from others. Still, there are those rare, so much too rare, times that one spills out and someone says, “What?! You too!? I thought I was the only one.”
SMiLes..
Thanks..
My FriEnd..:)
SO REAL SO YOU, WELL DONE, CHINA ALEXANDRIA AUTHOR POET
I guess we all have unmentionables
Everybody needs a priest at one time or another. She may nor wear a clerical collar or pray the rosary; she may simply bear a large heart to hold others’ brokenness. She may be a stranger; she may be a friend. But when we meet her we will know she can bear our burden – our unmentionable . . . I would be such a priest. And so would you . . . I do love your poem!
Ha good comparison w Jung and Shadow self wish I’d thought of that very true he said it best, and I find it fascinating as so many carry secrets nobody knows and in the olden days when someone died maybe people would find out … Really interesting to me.
I totally relate. I really think about this a lot. The ebb and flow of the confessional versus the I’ll take it to the grave! Plus all the people we know and their unsaid things. Like a secret world. A layer unvisited.
Yes, layers upon layers. Seems we all have an “underground”….
Poetic muse 😙
PS I know we like the same books and shows so my latest recommendation if you have time from your studies is read kristin hannah’s book the great alone
For some reason the ending reminds me of James Joyce’s wonderful short story, ‘The Dead’.
Thanks I’ll be sure to read it
Just finished it last night and immediately thought of you
That’s a massive compliment my friend, thank you so much and for reading xo
I am going to say something totally unrelated and random to this thought-provoking poem of yours. I have valiantly been trying to do ‘catch up’ reading having been away for a month. And I have sadly come to the conclusion that it is a task of such Herculean proportions that it is well nigh impossible 😦 So I will offer this one over-arching comment to all those poems of yours that I have missed – I am utterly and absolutely convinced that they are ALL fabulous in their own unique ways 🙂 xx