Beyond Words


These words, alien to these ears

Mine? What is “mine?”

What does that mean?


These words, of their own accord

Simply spoken, sometimes heard

They redeem nothing of their own


So little sense to them, symbolic

Of something, yet not real

Things without substance


Indicators only, never the thing

Images frozen in the grip of time

Never that of which they speak

Pointing to, but never born to be


2 comments on “Beyond Words

  1. Harbour Admin says:

    What is mine? This poem is mine 😉

    Kidding. But complements to you for making me want to be the creator of this poem.

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