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 
I am smitten with your poetry. It is so visual and natural. I am with the narrator from beginning to end. Thank you for such beautiful works of words. 🙂
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You are very kind, C.V. Thank you.
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Ditto
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Thank you, Jilanne!
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I’ve been letting the owls finish my sentences for a long time now. ^_^
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I frequently like their words better than mine!
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Robert, I often share your poems but completely forget to check first whether or not that’s fine with you. I’d love to share this one, full credit given, etc if you don’t mind. 🙂 thanks.
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No need to check – feel free to share anytime. Thank you!
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Cheers. 🙂
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“And how do we retract/ those unsaid lines,/heartfelt and meant,” Sir, you, truly, raised my poetic consciousness (plus, many of us have experienced these regrets)
“..but never expressed” Yr killin me gray
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Thanks very much! Glad this resonated for you.
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but then, these years when I get to yr work, You are a mentor.
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Thank you!
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Elegant. Circular. Inside out. Outside in. Thank you, as always and again.
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Thank you, JDO. Much appreciated.
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