Twisted Time

read me in the story to find me between the lines;

i am the unsaid, the lost, the undefined.

hear me in the music and listen for me in the song;

i am the silence between the staccato,

the rest,

the pause
that has doesn't last long.

for I am the poetry that has no conception;

i am the emotion without expression.

nothing belongs and nothing appears.

i am the nothing of the ages

the last of empty pages.

i am the illusion of the mind,

a mystery made by twisted time.

Poetry by Elizabeth Rose
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Written on 2008-10-23 at 19:28

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fantastic poetry..

rhyme was nice and words were powerful ..thoughts were exceptional and great..

Hats off to u

Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Elizabeth...a truly beautiful and well thought out poem...

A line that particularly intrigued me was, "i am the silence between the staccato," WOW!!!

XXX Stan

very good you speak in words that flow in beauty without the sting yet the sting is there silently speaking not penetrating only singing. :)

There are secrets between these expertly penned lines which many of us know well.
Excellent work and welcome to the site. More please.

Dee Daffodil
beautiful ! It has a magical flow about it...very nice.

Intriguing, I don't know, perhaps it is me, a sinister sensual touch to this. I like very much, welcome to the site, I look forwards to more of your poetry

Elle x

Kathy Lockhart
completely amazing! I love poetry that has so many levels. well done. Welcome to the Bay. : ) kathy