The space between our words
almost as piteous
as the distance between
our hearts
***
Unbearable silence
when you abandon me
I am left enslaved
on a thought
for days
***
To measure loneliness
by absence
of sound
expounds emptiness
***
my heart is trapped
in this vacuum
silence
will be
my ruin
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Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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penned in moon dust 
Striking and all too true. It’s frightening how much power lies in words, especially when they become weapons; and their absence can hurt as much as their presence. Not a comfortable read, but a worthwhile one.
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thanks – poetry can really stab at the marrow can’t it???
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It is said the opposite of love is indifference. Silence is the epitome of that. Very sad, but so well expressed.
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yes that apathy is a killer
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A poem within a poem… so many layers to this, I felt the need for 3D glasses. It was jumping off the page, either way. Powerful, poignant poem on the dark side of silence.
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Ti – you are so thoughtful – love the 3D glasses idea
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“silence
will be
my ruin”
never could cope with silence, me. now i know why 🙂
great poem as always. love ya to the moon and back 🙂 xx
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you and I are sooo alike
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there is an intimate and comfortable silence and there is a silence like you describe in your poem – harmful and destroying…the same word…but miles and miles of distance in between – one sets free, the other enslaves..
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Yes I’ll take that warm cozy silence any day
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omg, such an amazing poem… I had to read it twice! I actually felt a closing of space as I read it. I could really dive in.
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wow your response incites me to keep writing – thanks
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silence can sometimes be more heartbreaking than words….
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In this case they deal the final blow
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Provocative, with a personal-dovetail finish, as usual, from you. Strong work.
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You are always so kind Steve
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This is a powerful piece and even for those for whom words flow like a river, in some circumstances silence seems to be the only response even when words might break the barrier. I like your writing here.
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It’s true isnt it – we try to stay away from words to hurt less and at times it hurts more – that’s a conundrum
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This is beautifully crafted. I love the two poems in one. The the first and second stanzas have a melancholy flow/rhythm.
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have to admit there a certain poems that I like to intertwine with two statements – this one just lent itself so well – harder to do the more words you get
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scary place to be moon…i can relate…
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yeah the moon can be a quiet and cold place – ever see 2001???
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Excellent poem Leslie, so few words, but you make the reader ache with lonliness and abandon.
Thank you for sharing
Shan
@awdures
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Thanks for feeling that – I wanted that lost airless feel – glad you picked it up – Happy One Shot
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There was me thinking silence was golden……..I’ve been taken for a ride!
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ha always the white wit
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Silence is so deadening and words sometimes so dangerous.
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so basically a no win
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Silence!Either a friend or a foe!Same as words.It can make or break!
One of my fav words…Silence!I truly had a good read!
Fabulous one shot!
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So true friend or foe – seemingly no middle ground
thanks
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love the first stanza and the spacing between words….and the image of distance between hearts…that can take so many forms….bkm
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that distance between hearts = painful
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This is such a great poem. So often our mind fills silence with negative thoughts and what ifs.
Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2010/11/16/sorry/
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That silence can forge resentment as well – sadly
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i’m just going to say…..i like it.
🙂
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I appreciate your thumbs up
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Words are important. So is silence. We have to maintain a balance…
Reflective…
forgone and forgotten
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Balance an essential in all aspects of life 🙂
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I’ve never been prone to Silence…
Powerful writing Miss Leslie..
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Yes you seem like a loquacious sort – thanks kind sir
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This one really moved me. Beautiful and oh so sad.
-C
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Good – then I succeeded
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I liked the way you put two poems in one. Great job capturing the scary place to be.
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thanks my friend – I do like the layered poem – still working at it
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Very nice …enjoyed it.
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Thanks – safe journey
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Absence of words and presence…that is loneliness indeed. This left me feeling so sad, Leslie. But I think that is what makes it a terrific write.
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Talon – you are such an encouragement. Poetry for me is about emoting
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I just love your work. Great small pieces.
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glad you enjoyed
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so true and powerful…i love how you begin the poem…very nice!
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it is a powerful piece – thanks
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Always thought the silent treatment was the worst sort of punishment, especially ffrom the ones you love. Powerful structure.!
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I can totally relate to your poem. So well penned. Great work.
Anita.
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well done…you captured that so well…i loved reading the words in bold also as the statement they made was also a damn fine read….silence…kinda like when you dont answer my emails…….just kidding….great one shot…pete
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Beautiful poem. Very haunting about the way silence can scream in our souls.
Love these lines: To measure loneliness/by absence/of sound/expounds emptiness
Great one shot.
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Occasional silence can be a freedom in relationship. But the silence described here can put shackles on in a hurry. Tough times.
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Ouch, ouch…the sparseness of this poem is almost hurtful! But that’s all to the good. The simplicity speaks volumes….
lovely, evocative, reflective poem.
Lady Nyo
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Lady Nyo – your words are so kind and encouraging
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Ah, another poem within a poem – dig it. A lonely, frightening place to be – the silence can be the most oppressive of things. Nice piece Leslie!
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Thanks Chris glad you like it – I have fun with the layers – a work in progress
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Sometimes silence is the loudest sound, especially when it’s echoing in our hearts and minds. Wonderful One Shot, Moondustwriter!
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The deadly silence screams out for the sounds of love…. somehow I think we are disconnecting from each other and there is a struggle to regain what we once had… you’ve expressed this so well here. But should loving have to be a struggle?
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There may be times when we struggle for love but when we struggle to communicate hmmm…
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Silence is longed for when you are raising a house full of children, but, when it is granted, it can be oh so lonely… When my last child moved out, I cried for days, and what was funny, my husband would look at me and say, “but you still have me.” and I would cry harder…then one day, she and her husband moved back for a few weeks, and my joy was complete. It gave me time to adjust to her departure. So when they moved to there new apartment I was able to handle this move.
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Love your story – women especially need that assurance
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Hi, mdw– this is strong– a clean feel and forward movement– xxJenne’
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Thanks Jeanne – glad you felt the move into oblivion
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Lonely…silence…and many depths dear sweet friend! Excellent writing/as I keep contemplating silences these days…seems to echo through ~ *Hugs April 🙂
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Nice poem. Thoughtful. But isn’t it the space between the words that make them readable? Couldn’t the same be said for silence?
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yes – but there are times silence says absence of thought absence of affection
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The space between words and distance between hearts….so much beautiful thoughts in this poem….i love it Moondust!
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This one leaves me reeling…I remember that pain.
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I’ve been here honey, the days where you really want to talk, but nothing will come so you sort of sit there in silence and think. When all you want is a great big hug ❤
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Sometimes it really is very difficult to say what came first! The silence, or the distance…
A lovely profound poem indeed! I found the last verse very moving!!
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Altho I think we all need silence, too much is indeed a ruin.
Very touching.
And guess what!?!??! I just saw you in your new gravatar!! So fun to finally see you. I thought you had dark skin and hair. But does it matter what we look like? It is the love within that makes us all.
xoxo
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I loved the parallelling of the norm and the bold in their themes yet each expressing a slightly different emote. A great read indeed!
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Hi moonduster… I love the poem…I love poem about love and loneliness…May be because I can make I good one when I feel lonely and brokenhearted
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Powerful words-I can surely relate to them. I understand that silent loneliness perfectly-and all the days worth of thinking that follows…you put it into words so effortlessly.
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“…almost as piteous as the distance between our hearts.”
Wow. How often (and unfortunately) true that is. I hurt simply reading it.
(and thanks also for visiting and commenting on my recent blog poem.)
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Glad I could evoke emotion in this one – glad to have you at One Shot
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