Whisper to the moon

Posted on March 24, 2018 by Sue Vincent

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 was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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27 Responses to Whisper to the moon

  1. D. Avery @shiftnshake says:
    March 24, 2018 at 12:35

    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. Alethea Kehas says:
    March 24, 2018 at 12:36

    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:
    March 24, 2018 at 12:52

    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:
    March 24, 2018 at 13:14

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

    I feel this poem.

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  5. pensitivity101 says:
    March 24, 2018 at 14:15

    I loved this Sue.

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  8. Joan says:
    March 25, 2018 at 02:13

    This leaves me speechless with gratitude.

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  9. jenanita01 says:
    March 25, 2018 at 09:43

    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…

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  10. Jennie says:
    March 25, 2018 at 15:11

    Beautiful poetry!

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