to fill it just because it is empty
to admire it only because it is full
to see him only when he is worthy
oh, if my eyes could really see
the words are deeper than their letters
lips say more than just their movement
breath comes to all the living
who am I to classify?
I will leave blank what should be
because letting go is
so often is harder
than filling a page in
to giving meaning is
covering over the silence
in silence lies
who am I to give it a name?
I cannot explain silence
nor can I master it
the careless words from my tongue
are just an imitation of the reality
but only the reality that I perceive
but to fill the silence
just because it is empty
to love because it is full
is changing things to benefit me
making others into
what I would like to see
blank is beautiful
napowrimo #3 (English 2, Spanish 1)
the beauty of blank: my grandmother couldn't handle silence, quiet, or anything that wasn't filled in by her descriptions, her words. I was little but for some reason it now seems that she was fearful, fearful to not have her impressions controlling those around her. I think we can all be guilty of it. One time my dad told her that Native American chiefs would sit in silence for days. I think she took offense. But, there is something to be said of not always needing to hear the sound of ones own voice on every single thing. Yeah, this is for me...as I learn to shut up.
That is my take on what this poem means. What does it mean to you? Something different is completely fine! Please share with me. :)
National Poetry Writing Month. I will be participating. I have neglected writing poetry for years now and I want to try to do the NaPoWriMo- a poem a day every day for 30 days. If I miss I won't squirm though, I'll just write two the next day. I hope you enjoy it, and let me know if you are doing this too and we can spur each other on in love and encouragement. Oh, these are all completely rough drafts...but I have nothing to hide, why hide?