I have written

And I have written sorrow many times

Yet never cried

These tears

I have written laughter in sunspilt skies

Though kept my laughter hidden out of view

And what you see, you who see these words?

What you see is true, yet not all true

For words hang in the air

Under a vacant sky

Leaving no trace or sign or clue

Of what is lived

Of what is breathed

And concieved

In every careful wording of an 'I'

In every other that finds a 'you'

I have written sorrow many times

With eyes unwept

For fallen trees and generations gone

Keeping their secrets and their brokeness

In all that cannot tell itself

Yet travels in the silence between what is said

And what is dead, and what is gone

yvette smith march 09

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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