hello poetry

hello poetry

 

Beneath the rustling of an unwritten page,

a quiver begins-soft as rain on glass.

Words lean toward each other,

testing the air between syllables,

like strangers exchanging glances

before they dare to speak.

 

Here, the ink is not just ink-

it is breath, the slow unfurling of a thought

that has waited years for its own voice.

Every line a bridge, every pause a doorway.

 

And when the poem finds you,

 it does not knock-

it slips into your chest,

settles beside your heartbeat,

and ripples outward from it.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

It is a blessed thing when words lean towards each other and then collaborate to make poetry.
FD is quite nice in his compliments but I think your offering is much better than mine.
"When poems slip into our chest...settle beside the heartbeat, they become the heartbeat.
Poetry is our pulse.
Excellent poem Freds.
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Now that is kind of you to say, j. I do believe that poetry is our pulse. 🕊️🙏
Freds.

[Silmara McGarry]

The very own poem if a poem could speak with it's own voice.....the dance between paper, pen and words you set it all brilliantly here.
Splendid poem indeed!
Stay well
:-)

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thank you Silmare, that made my day. You are very much appreciated. 🙏🕊️

[Silmara McGarry]

You are most welcome dear ;-)

[Davidgeo]

That website gave me herpes.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Dare I ask how? 🤣

[FlatDaddy]

I swear you and Jacob have conspired today to make me weep for my small abilities when it comes to writing poetry. Alone, you have each married ink to paper and created amazing spawn that whistled through my ears' canals in easy, flowing rhythms before they settled in the brain's pleasure center; but together (though it is doubtful that you know it) you have banded a poetic brotherhood that pens pure irony with a delightful drop of chuckles. Wit no intent to do so, I first read Jacob's "A Sentence Light on Punctuation," then immediately after, I read this piece. And they go together like "Apple" and "Pie." I wondered if the two of you had collaborated to mess with my head today -- then thought, "No," not even I am THAT conceited. But it was one hell of a coincident. And a pleasant one. This is very, very good, Brick. Makes me jealous.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Good thing that these days punching keys is so much easier on the fingers than actually writing out with pen and paper the old-fashioned way. Wondering a bit though who would be the apple and the pie. JK. And on the contrary, j and I have never collaborated but only meet on the comment box. We all have our jealous moments too. But I am speaking more of myself more than of anyone else. 🕊️🙏

[FlatDaddy]

I know I get crazy sometimes in my comments, but it's all in good fun. However, this experience was strangely exhilarating. I think this piece of yours though was one of your best. Beautifully done.

[redd Brick Keshner]

No dkin off anyone’s nose, FD. All in good fun 🤩

[redd Brick Keshner]

*skin off*

[Lorry]

As good and explanation of what poetry is as I've ever read. So much more than ink, but the feeling you get when it falls into place is priceless.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Love that feeling and when it doesn't quite get there is so disappointing 🙏🕊️

[Chris Shaw]

The conception of a poem, so poetically written. What a wonderful feeling that gives Freds. Much admired.

Chris

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks, Chris. Truly wonderful and always appreciated. 🕊️🙏
Freds