Monday, November 18, 2013

Unwritten




















Letters lie, unwritten…

we communicate
from a space
where time
dissipates.

 Yesterday I stood
unsealed before you…

  You know,
-you’ve always known-
  exactly who I am.

Words pale,
  as we read
  the silence
between the lines.


© Ginny Brannan 2013

Written for The Mag #194, Image provided by Tess Kincaid
She provides the image, we the story!!
Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #123. 
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21 comments:

  1. Vandana SharmaNovember 18, 2013 at 2:51 AM

    now in the days of emails, thinking about letters bring back beautiful memories.

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  2. Brian MillerNovember 18, 2013 at 6:47 AM

    often what is said between the lines is far more important than what is in them....smiles....

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  3. jabblogNovember 18, 2013 at 7:34 AM

    Nice symbolism here.

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  4. gautami tripathyNovember 18, 2013 at 10:55 AM

    So very beautiful!!

    bridging the past with the future

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  5. Kathe W.November 18, 2013 at 12:28 PM

    lovely- especially the last verse.

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  6. HelenNovember 18, 2013 at 12:46 PM

    Ginny, this is lovelyand sweet.

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  7. Susan AndersonNovember 18, 2013 at 5:43 PM

    I really like the layers of meaning here.
    =)

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  8. Buddah MoskowitzNovember 18, 2013 at 6:37 PM

    I like how the meaning and perspective keeps shifting in this. Excellence, this is.

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  9. Susie ClevengerNovember 19, 2013 at 12:11 AM

    I miss the beauty of a handwritten letter....such a beautiful piece

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  10. Tess KincaidNovember 19, 2013 at 1:24 PM

    Ah the lines...and what's between them...lovely...

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  11. Ron ShieldsNovember 19, 2013 at 5:32 PM

    often between the lines is where the real reading takes place...very fine poem.

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  12. Steve KingNovember 19, 2013 at 6:03 PM

    What is unsaid carries as much weight as what is said...very well written and powerfully emotional. Nice work, Ginny.

    Steve

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  13. MargaretNovember 19, 2013 at 8:01 PM

    "… I stood, unsealed…". JUST WOW! And the closing - well, I bow in homage to this poem that leaves things "unsaid" … yet says so much.

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    1. MargaretNovember 19, 2013 at 8:02 PM

      Saturday afternoon - Dr. Who - It is such a strange time. I will record it - I hear it is going to be in some movie theaters for a day - have you heard that?

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  14. SusanNovember 20, 2013 at 2:06 AM

    So we are, unsealed and often unwritten.

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  15. brudbergNovember 20, 2013 at 2:15 PM

    Silence between the lines.. nothing moves me more.. and work with emails as well.. lovely poem..

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  16. AnonymousNovember 20, 2013 at 3:59 PM

    Reading between the lines is so important - and not always easy to do. When I was courting - do people do that these days? - I wrote and received lots of letters from my intended; do people do that these days? - and your poem reminded me of those days, of hoping there would be a letter waiting for me when I came home from work. Maybe I'm old-fashioned; maybe I'm just old.

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  17. ayalaNovember 20, 2013 at 7:53 PM

    I love this, Ginny.

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  18. MaryNovember 23, 2013 at 6:48 PM

    Lovely ..particularly liked 'silence between the lines' ..well done.

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  19. kaykualaNovember 25, 2013 at 6:48 PM

    While there is the convenience of email these days letters exude a piece of nostalgia in the heart. The feeling and of wondering when one gets the letter being awaited for was such a wonder and thrill then. Nicely Ginny!

    Hank

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  20. ~T~November 26, 2013 at 3:20 PM

    Oh, this is lovely!

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Thank you for reading my poetry and sharing your thoughts.

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