Proclamation

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A proclamation lies, un-penned
Within a shadowed corridor
Abandoned there, for lack of ink
Or, possibly, for lack of strength
And yet the truth has never dimmed
The arteries–the rushing blood
Can never cleanse the lasting mark
You own upon my crimson heart
And I, for this, so wish I knew
Some fitting language to assault
Or vessel to translate the pulse
Of all the things we hold in us

A proclamation lies, un-penned
Deserving light, but finding none
And I, for one, would like to write
The way I feel for you tonight
But since I cannot do so yet
I simply thought the evidence
Deserved to be remembered here
Until we learn to speak it clear
When life affords a better chance
These chambers with their hidden dams
Will burst apart–their secrets share
To show that you were always there

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34 responses to “Proclamation

    • Thank you! I intended to expound more on the idea that the words were written inside the heart, but not yet documented well on the outside, but sometimes my thoughts ramble. I did not successfully play out my original concept, but nevertheless you have it in all of its brutal imperfection ๐Ÿ˜‰

      • Yes, the place I start from when trying to write something often changes into something rather different. But as for “perfection” at any point in the process. ๐Ÿ™‚

        That line – โ€œA proclamation lies, un-pennedโ€ – is, for me, a small perfection on its own.

      • I sometimes wonder if a line isn’t worth a poem all it’s own, but then I can only assume that if it is good enough all the other lines will only serve to make it look better by their plainness, so I add them anyway ๐Ÿ™‚

        Thank you! A small perfection is a huge accomplishment in my book

      • “I sometimes wonder if a line isnโ€™t worth a poem all itโ€™s own, but then I can only assume that if it is good enough all the other lines will only serve to make it look better by their plainness”

        But then you know what is said about assumptions. ๐Ÿ˜€

        And consider this:

        UN-PENNED

        A proclamation lies

        … un-penned

        If I came across that, I’d certainly give it a “Like” and most likely a Comment too.

    • I feel clearly, but unfortunately the words do not always have the chance to emerge as I would like them to. Thank you Granbee. You are right, and your thoughtful insight is always a blessing to read ๐Ÿ™‚

  1. Wow – V W — this is my new favorite of yours. It made my heart resonate with the aching in your words, stirring up some memories…..
    And those last lines!! You’re a master with those powerful endings. And all that aside, the rhythm, the phrasing and the imagery are wonderful!

    • Thank you Betty. I struggled with this ending. I knew what I wanted to say, but not how to say it, and I was never quite happy, so I am encouraged to know you liked it. It gives me hope! ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Inside of me
    There are these words
    Longing to be heard
    They come up my throat
    But my tongue changes them
    And they come out morphed
    Like defective chromosomes

    You always inspire me ๐Ÿ™‚

    • “defective chromosomes” wow! I envy that line ๐Ÿ™‚

      You have such beautiful responses. I feel humbled to think I inspire you, and I am always so grateful you share your art here. The inspiration is circulated in that way ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Dear VW, I also echo everyone’s comments and I esp. love:

    When life affords a better chance
    These chambers with their hidden dams
    Will burst apartโ€“their secrets share
    To show that you were always there

    A wonderful ending! ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Very well stated. I love the way you “simply thought the evidence”…Unrecorded notions still are put out there somewhere, still written in some invisible archive…

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