You and I do not discuss these lines we pen,
For there is something between those lines—
In our hidden aspiration to great sonnets, and couplets, and lyric poetry—
Which details a world of things we cannot speak;

For between those lines, and behind those metaphors,
We allude to past and present,
Caliginous dreams and lost visions–
Hopes and disappointments
That have marked our skins,
And made homes within our eyes:

On dark days and bright nights when the world was silent,
And the voices cried loudly for things we could not give them,
Our pens moved, and sometimes our lips with them,
As we too marred blank page, and scholarly-lined books,
With stories our parents pretended not to know,
And histories of their own they imparted within us;

At the birth of these tales,
When the concepts were too heavy,
Too big with burden, and unheard screams,
As we struggled to push them from the loins of our throats,
We learned to share them
So that our labour would not be lonely—
‘Though it always has been (Is that not why we write so much?);

And while we do not discuss these lines and,
Shall probably never give voice
To the sentiments from which they rose,
And will continue to rise,
In the reading of these lines,
We shall always know
What one smile
And two eyes offer,
As they muse on the knowledge,
Of what our labour is like.

Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron. April 13 & 24, 2015. 13.45 hrs and 12.17 hrs.
Began in MacroEcons and ended in bed 🙂