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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amandeep
fantastic poetry..

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

Hats off to u
2008-11-01


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
2008-10-25



very good you speak in words that flow in beauty without the sting yet the sting is there silently speaking not penetrating only singing. :)
2008-10-25


normalil
There are secrets between these expertly penned lines which many of us know well.
Excellent work and welcome to the site. More please.
2008-10-24


Dee Daffodil
beautiful ! It has a magical flow about it...very nice.
Hugs,
Dee
2008-10-23


Elle
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
2008-10-23


Kathy Lockhart
completely amazing! I love poetry that has so many levels. well done. Welcome to the Bay. : ) kathy
2008-10-23