Where the Word Begins
I end, or so it seems.
Small comfort
in the light of that lamp
reflecting from the window,
a low, interior moon
subject to whim and
circumstance.
And how do we retract
those unsaid lines,
heartfelt and meant,
but never expressed?
The hoot owl voices my response.
“Where the Word Begins” was first published in December 2018 at Amethyst Review. Thank you, Sarah Law, for accepting this poem.
O at the Edges 
A curiosity … how do we know thoughts never expressed in words are NOT otherwise received by the one who inspired them? Are words perhaps just icing on the cake?
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I think they often are, sometimes to our benefit, sometimes not. Words aren’t always necessary, and are sometimes detrimental.
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Elegant as always, saying so much in a handful of lines. I really loved this one.
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