Whisper to the moon

Tongue tied, I freeze
Taking refuge
In uneasy silence.
Wishing I were one of those
To whom the words come easy.
Those for whom beauty
And what lies in the heart
Spill from the lips
In poetic petals.
Words drip from my pen,
Expressing an idea,
Exploring a theory
But fleeing my need
When I need them.
Me, I’m silent.
Writing in my head
The letter I will not pen,
The speech I cannot voice
The heart I cannot write.
Platitudes must serve
Or wordless wishing.
Maybe I fear…
To say too much
When words are not enough,
Too small to hold
The meaning I would give them.
Too vague to encompass eternity;
Too precise,
Constrained,
Constricting
To be a grail for love
Offered lip to lip.
Only my eyes can speak to the deaf,
My touch to the blind,
While I am mute,
My words frozen,
Whispered only to the moon.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com
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27 Responses to Whisper to the moon

  1. Funny how many words poets put out about the difficulty and limitations of words, (while claiming to be silent!). There is always the moon, thank goodness, a great listener and interpreter.
    Your words here are beautifully penned; they are poetic petals.

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  2. I can relate to this one. I am finding there is much liberation and also healing that accompanies the verbal release of those words held inside the throat. Yes, even the whispers to the moon, or putting ink on the page is somehow not enough. Instead, the energy of creation wants to move through the vessel of voice.

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  3. willowdot21 says:

    OH! this is just marvellous I think we all can relate to this at some point in our lives…. You
    speak of yourself so tongue tied but you have done so eloquently . ❤

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  4. Shawna says:

    This is such a powerful transition line: “Only my eyes can speak to the deaf.”

    I feel this poem.

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  5. Joan says:

    This leaves me speechless with gratitude.

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  6. jenanita01 says:

    I often wish I could talk as well as I write, not that my writing is great, but far easier for me to do.
    Years ago at a wedding, I was cornered by the idiot who was attempting to compile a video of the day by encouraging all the guests to say a word or two. Taken completely by surprise, all I could manage was a strangled ‘mmm…’ The idiot included this on the video and my family still laugh when they remember…

    Like

  7. Jennie says:

    Beautiful poetry!

    Like

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