There is something to be said,
I do not know how to tell you.
Words reach my mouth,
but they are not spoken.
The spark with in me,
a nagging urging to speak.
You would not understand,
nor would you believe me.
Our universe is a constant,
a space void of comprehension.
I choose not to waste words,
when they will not be heard.
That is why I am silent,
watching, waiting, muted.
When my silence finally reaches you,
a question will form in your mind.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” and,
the echo of life will answer.
All the memories – the volume of us,
desire’s hearth left untended.
The flame has turned to cold ashes,
for I have forgotten how to love.
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 
the line “the echo of life will answer” and “cold ashes” hint of some sorrow. Cryptic yet deeply stirring.
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I like how you have allowed the reader to insert or imagine. You sort of point the way, then say, “You’re on your own here…”
At least, that’s my perspective.
And you did it so well
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It can be read in many ways. I like layered poems!
stuff I never told you
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how to love ?
or how to love them ?
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Fabulous start, that first line grabs one by the throat. I think I knew the ending lines without being told outright.
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leaving it to the imagination…..i like it
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Our universe is a constant,
a space void of comprehension.
I choose not to waste words,
when they will not be heard.
I appreciate this abstraction. The image of the empty universe is compelling.
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Oh I do so like this poem! A reminder that silence can be deadly.
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Lovely piece. I keep feeling as if the indescribable is being described.
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