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0396 The Almost Unknown Language
MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

0396 The Almost Unknown Language

Poem By Michael Shepherd

I like to think that
there's a language
which is unspoken, unwritten
except
on rare occasions when a poet
puts two words together or
sometimes even
a whole line
which haunts the reader
beyond sense, even
beyond understanding and
beyond beauty as perceived and
beyond truth as previously revealed
but good beyond hope and yet
not beyond a shiver of delight and
the poet has heard it
in the space between the thoughts
in the space between the words
in the silence between the thoughts
in the silence between the words

and somewhere very wonderful
two beings we've never seen
look at each other
and smile

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I think this is wonderful Michael. I think poetry should be something very different than the simple spoken word.....it's got to be 'out of the ordinary' or else what's the point of calling it poetry? Then, it would just be....a note. Great poem. Sincerely, Mary
i find it cute michael.. keep on writing! =)


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