Tuesday, August 21, 2007

If No One Were Looking


If no one were looking
We can stop pretending
Our actions real and true
Feelings in plain hue
No more meek hiding
If no one were looking

If no one were listening
Secrets no longer silent
Out loud would speak minds
No thought straying behind
Every signal openly sent
If no one were listening

If no one were judging
Our choices solely our own
No expectations to meet
No victory or low defeat
Or disapproving undertones
If no one were judging



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Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry

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