With or without your words
Your words?
They made me look.
i'll admit that, no pretenses.
But no,
They're not the hook.
i'll take - happily - your silences.
You see,
It's not the words so warm
That you so deftly spin
No,
It's where they come from
That wonderful heart within.
So,
When they won't play,
When tears, not words, glisten,
Come,
When you have nothing to say,
i'll be here, to listen.
© Peter Griffin - January 2005
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They made me look.
i'll admit that, no pretenses.
But no,
They're not the hook.
i'll take - happily - your silences.
You see,
It's not the words so warm
That you so deftly spin
No,
It's where they come from
That wonderful heart within.
So,
When they won't play,
When tears, not words, glisten,
Come,
When you have nothing to say,
i'll be here, to listen.
© Peter Griffin - January 2005
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2 Comments:
superb, Peter, superb.
(Just glancing at this Jugalbandi for 1st time. Annie's likewise excellent -- both showing acute sense of form / thought / diction.)
love the poem... especially the line of "I'll happily take your silence"... deep! :) loved it peter
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