A POEM BY R. STEPHEN
I am human
a mortal
my voice
my words
belong only
to the living
if I shout
might you then hear
my voice
my words
then you may find me
in the world you left
should you hear me
my voice
my words
could you then
look inside my body
inside my head
can you feel
my voice
my words
not in your ears
but in the wind
you have become
if I whisper
soft mutterings of
my voice
my words
is this the hidden key
to your new place
my whisper
my voice
my words
so quiet
that the living does not hear
only you
how far
must they travel
my voice
my words
until they reach you
from this darkened room
counting down the hands
to the time
I may share
my voice
my words
just not today
About This Poem
Between Here and Wind: talking to the departed
Often when I write something, I sit with it for hours, sometimes days, until I am completely satisfied with it (or occasionally I leave as a draft and maybe come back to at a later date).
When I started to pen this one, I already knew what I wanted to achieve, simple words on a page, in their most raw form. I completed this poem in about 10 minutes, I then went back to fill in one word which I’d left a space for: ‘wind’. I can’t articulate why I chose this word, but I can tell you that it fits perfectly in what this poem is trying to say.
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