the alphabet of love
exists in deepest nowhere
with it we write novels, plays
carve letters in trees
form the syntax of whispers
it is a kind of prayer
the litany of the letters of your name
it is the stage behind the curtain
where movements happen that no one sees
letters penned from the inky darkness where we wait
hopeful with desperate need
to spell each other’s answers
to questions we lack
the alphabet to ask
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8 comments:
can i just say simply i loved it!
this one has to be sipped like wine and so enjoyed.
Hi sweet Gulnaz! This is more about what we were discussing about the poem consciousness. In fact the comment you left there was, to a great extent, the reason I wrote this. I'm so glad when you love what I write, especially when I write it for you. Thanks for that wonderful comment.
Yes, and alphabet soup would just be broth. Love d it too!!
Thanks Pat! Glad you loved it too, my friend.
I take such delight in how the last three lines are read fluidly, with each line having an impact on its own. And the last line strings the piece back to the beginning, wonderful. Might I add, the third stanza serenades. ^_^ Enjoyed the whole. Cheers.
I enojoyed this sonnet. The simple alphabet alows us to do so much.
Wow soulless, so great to hear from you! I'm so glad you liked this and left such a wonderful comment. It is so important to find out how a poem is working for others - thanks for that!
Cheers to you, my sweet.
Thanks Terry! This is a magic alphabet. Thanks for that great comment.
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