When Poets Fall Silent

He likes, but He does not write
He reads but He does not feed
I wonder, where did he go?
I won’t ask, he alone knows

It may be a respite
Maybe a flu
I hope it’s not Covid
Or cancer or any ague

I hope it’s not despair
That hides him in shadow
I hope it wasn’t my words
That caused distance, you know

When a poet falls silent
My mind goes to searching
But I often wish I could
Escape with no reason

I guess I am tethered
To invisible cords
I’ve lived much too long
With Camouflaged words

Even poets have seasons
Like nature they cycle
Cemented are memories
Their words never final

So this poem is for all
Whose words we don’t read
Know all you have given
Are deep planted seeds

 

 

 

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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