"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The Unsaid

There is the unsaid
that waits on tongue’s tip,
floundering among doubt.
It is as fish without water,
wishing for life
but dying on dry land.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011


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