Sometimes a word or two would
break the surface, a hoarse ripple,
as if a frog had sighed in a dream
or a fish had stretched and yawned
and then the water would straighten
its creases, the silence separating
us, sometimes, fusing our bodies into
one, the muzzled light opening and
closing wounds like a flautist on
a distant stage. There wasn’t that
much left to say. Not that night. Not
in that place. Not with words, anyway.
THOUGHT PURGE 
A mesmerizing poem, pulls my mind away to another universe of being, an exquisite union of water and words.
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Thanks so much. Dali’s paintings set off so many explosions of thought- he is quite the master of the surreal.
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A lovely eloquence of phrasing in this:
‘hoarse ripple,
as if a frog had sighed in a dream’
‘the muzzled light opening and
closing wounds like a flautist on
a distant stage’
wonderful, inspired writing!
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Thank you, Wendy… 🙂
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Paradoxical – when the wordsmith uses such excellent words to convey an absence/inadequacy of words.
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Thanks Rosemary 🙂 🙂
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Well, yes, sometimes words are superfluous. Excellent!
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Thanks so much!
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That ripple – hoarse indeed — is the best we can hope for, a jagged tiny interface of what once was continent and shore of I and Thou. Perfectly constructed poem leaving us breathless and grateful even for our desperation.
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Thanks so much, Brendan.
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Thank goodness for hands and gestures and even silences (perhaps, especially silences) that can be as telling as words.
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Gorgeous, truly. “the muzzled light” has caught in my brain. A very evocative image.
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Thanks so much!
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This gives me shivers! An evocative poem.
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Thank you, Chrissa.
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Some things can never be said in a word…. a sob or a sigh, can never be wrought into words.
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Indeed. Thanks, Bjorn.
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oh my, this is my interpretation. once in a while a word will break something and chaos will occur. your poem is eloquent and words have power.
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Thanks so much!
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A word can to a lot and so can no word. I imagine the word parting water, if you find the right one.
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Indeed. Thanks Colleen.
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This is absolutely stunning!! I love; “as if a frog had sighed in a dream or a fish had stretched and yawned and then the water would straighten its creases, the silence separating us.” 🙂
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Thank you, Sanaa.
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I love “as if a frog sighed in a dream” so much!
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Thank you, Sherry.
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You have captured the mood so meaningfully, so sensually. Sometimes indeed words are not necessary at all.
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Thank you, Mary – the surrealism of the painting with that telephone in the middle was quite interesting!
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What a beautifully constructed poem – and the endless are perfect
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Thank you, Jae.
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