Between The Words

Can you tell me what you're saying
In the space between the words?
During hushed and speechless silence
There are things I haven't heard

In a glance and in a gesture
With a touch or with a kiss
There's a language that's unspoken
That I fear that I might miss

So let's go back to that moment
And we'll linger there, and then
When you say what you're not saying
I will hear it once again



Posted for One Shot Wednesday

The Sound of Silence

Silence. It's a wonderful sound. There are times when silence can be the most beautiful conversation between close friends.
Silence can often mean that two people are so at peace with one another and know each other so well, that they don't need to fill the air with unessessary words. Paul Overstreet and Don Schiltz penned it beautifully when they wrote the country love song..."You Say It Best, When You Say Nothing At All..." And who doesn't enjoy the Tremoloes singing "Silence Is Golden"

There are times though when silence can be deafening. I recently experienced that.

I had a friend. I wouldn't say we were really close, but I liked her a lot. We both celebrated birthdays in the same week, and also celebrated our wedding anniversaries on the same day.

She was flawlessly beautiful and quite spirited. She also had a range of musical talents too. But what I really admired about her was her ability to write. She truly had a God given gift of writing. I was quite in awe of her. And although I'm 20 years her senior she's twice the writer I could ever be.

She had a blog. I would read absolutely everything she wrote. Often wishing I could be so eloquent with words as she was. It saddened me though that, most of the time, no one commented on her poetry.

I told her a few times that I thought her writing deserved a bigger audience and that many people would enjoy and be blessed by her writing. I also told her she was my favourite writer. And she most certainly was.

Three years ago, I too started to write. I found that I could write poetry and had a gift for rhyme. But I was a little unsure of myself, since I have no college or university education. I started posting my poetry on facebook so that my family overseas could read my poems. I was a little nervous,  thinking that my friend would read my half hearted attempts, and see that I wasn't any good. But I also wanted to share my new passion with someone other than myself.

Immedietly some of my friends told me that they enjoyed my poems. I enjoyed the compliments. But since my friends were not writers, what I suppose I really wanted was an endorsement from this friend. She commented on my first poem...I was thrilled. It meant the world to me coming from her. After all she was a real writer.

 I started writing more. But as I wrote more and more...she said less and less. In fact, after the second poem, she said nothing.

I never tried to compare myself to her. We're very different writers. It would be like comparing apples and oranges. But I thought that we could encourage one another in our gifts and in our service to God, just as it says in the Bible. 1 Thesselonians 5 vs 11. I did encourage her. Often. She however, was silent.

I decided to start a blog this year. The first thing I did was become a follower of her blog. I was excited to be blogging too. I thought we could share experiences. Again, I would comment on her work. Over and over. Again, she was silent. She didn't follow my blog. Not even to encourage me as her friend. At first it didn't bother me. I found some poetry sites and started submitting my writing. My following grew. I thought my writing wasn't good enough, but then, other writers, really good writers, started telling me that they enjoyed reading my work. Still however, she said nothing.

But the real blow came when did say something. She sent me a note saying "I enjoy visiting your blog a lot, it seems you are very busy writing..."
What? You enjoy my blog? Really? Then why not follow? Why not encourage? Why not comment? Why the silence? This made me so upset.

I stopped following her blog. I stopped encouraging her and commenting about her (very beautiful) baby and family. I was sad about doing this but aren't relationships meant to be give and take?

Last week, we both celebrated birthdays. Although it was hard for me to do it, on her birthday, I sent her a birthday greeting. Three days later on my birthday I waited to see if she would respond.  She did respond. I received from her what I always receive. Silence. She knew it was my birthday and couldn't even find it within herself to say Happy Birthday. So this is Christian love?

"You say it best...when you say nothing at all..." Her silence spoke volumes to me.

I made the painful decision to delete her from my friendlist on facebook. Not because I don't like her and not even because I'm angry. I deleted her because I can no longer listen to the sound of her silence.

55 Wet and Dry

still hot and slightly damp
she walked naked across
the cool porcelain tile
opening the door, the
clothes now lay piled in a
scattered jumble on the floor
she smiled, a huge grin 
anticipating the thrill of
what was to come next...
'cause nothing beats a
steamy shower and clean
laundry straight from the dryer



Posted for Three Word Wednesday (prompt: grin, jumble, naked )
And for 55 Flash Fiction

Rocking Horse Night Ride

Now three little brothers with blond silky heads

Are grumpy and tired, but won't go to bed

So Mama, who's older and wiser of course

Says "Come for a ride on my magical horse..."

"But first snuggle down, wrap blankets around, 

Then close your eyes tight and don't make a sound,

Listen and you'll hear, up high on the roof,

The soft rocking sound of a magical hoof..."

"First backwards then forwards so gently he sways

Jump onto his back and he'll whisk you away

Past moon and the stars on the wings of the night

As light as a feather, as high as a kite..."

"So dry all your tears it's time you must go"

Says Mama who's waving and waiting below

"He'll canter and fly, then gallop and leap

And take three young boys to the "Land of Deep Sleep"


Posted for Monday's Child

forever blue

once I was lavender
cornflower too
like spring, when all is fresh and new,
loves' fragrant flowers around us grew
forever blue
with you

at times I was topaz
sapphire too
jeweled skies yielded treasured views
cloud movies played, only for two,
forever blue
with you

then I was cobalt
and azure too
those liquid pool eyes I dove into
then surfaced, holding your heart true,
forever blue
with you

now I am navy
and midnight too
draped in this meloncholy hue
I wear a sombre point of view
forever blue...
...without you






for you...blue
and posted for One Shot Wednesday

A Saint from Sinners

Saint Assisi
humble holy man
are you carved
into immortality
by the hands of
sinful men
purging
deeply in the
endless pursuit
of tranquility
and peace?

A Pair for A Pair

We're happy, excited

Surprised and quite smitten

We're each of us getting

Our own little kitten

For once in our two lives

We won't have to share

We're doubly blessed

There's a pair for a pair