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Unspoken Direction
by Alisa Js
my ship has sailed
and is surely out of bounds by now
for too long have I waited
on this sinking dock,
my angel of mercy
is mute.
follow the bouncing ball
to nowhere ...
it's more in what you don't say
than do
that screams volumes
into this chilly night air,
thoughtful hesitation
curious apprehension
showing me my place
without an unkind word spoken,
genius...
02/03/2009 Posted on 02/04/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/04/09 at 03:04 PM ...mmmm, i like the tightness, and yet loose in its delivery, not happy not sad, just sorta real... |
| Posted by Steve Baba on 02/08/09 at 03:14 AM Great poem. Very thoughtful and the imagery was really well done. Great job Alisa... |
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