(12/11/60 / Danbury, CT USA)

Failure Of Communion

What is the space between,
enclosing us in one
united person, yet
dividing each alone.

Frail bridges cross from eye
to eye, from flesh to flesh,
from word to word: the net
is gapped at every mesh,

and this each human knows:
however close our touch
or intimate our speech,
silences, spaces reach
most deep, and will not close.

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Comments (4)

Well thought out piece of poetry written with conviction. Thanks for sharing Renee.
Hello Renée! Like this one. Can identify wirh it although one can never know all a poem means to the poet. I like your style. I am also curious as to how and why people pop in to read our poems. I'll tell you how I found you - homepage. And my real name is the same as yours!
Great poem, Where I needed to be today. If only we all could be just where we needed to be.
wonderful hopes you have described and porteayed. i like this poem very much. tony