Absence An empty bench in the garden Who was last sitting there? One loving couple Oblivious of the world around, Or a lone lover reading a letter, Alternatively hoping or despairing At each crunching step approaching? The absence of presence Does not signify lack of meaning. A prolonged rest in music Is neither pure absence nor silence But the focus of reality. Absence becomes suggestion, The unsaid screams in the silence Then emerges poetry in motion Joy, despair or serenity Richer the poem becomes By discovering what is hidden Therefore revealing the power of absence. Lucette C. Bailliet © From my blog: echoingsteps.blogspot.au
Posted on: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 15:44:42 +0000
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