Hidden

If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has
swallowed it.

If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
sigh
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.

No one sees
the fuel that feeds you.


Submitted by R. Joyce Heon

by Naomi Shihab Nye

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Comments (12)

Nice poem. Whatever we hide may become a part of thought. Thank you
No one sees the fuel that feeds you.so true... thank u. tony
A cute beautiful poem. Body and soul are entwined by language. A miracle is found. Amazing.
A beautiful poem. I liked it.
Of a loved one! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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