The Unknown and Unsaid
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( the unknown the unsaid keeps your mind restless you become senseless you cant prevent this or that you just have to lay everything down on the mat you just hope everything is on the right track but you will never know the unknown the unsaid that got you embedded within your emotions everything all of sudden matters every move every motion any second your heart can broken the unknown the unsaid left us behind in our mind its like you are in a foreign land its like your heart and hand go hand and hand)
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ScottBailey
Dear armara,
Your lovely poem reminds me of a book of poems titled What the Living Do by Marie Howe.
Her title poem "What the Living Do," she's writing about her brother who she lost to AIDS. Her last two stanzas seems relevant to your poem:
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself
window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing
so deep
for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbottoned coat that I'm
speechless.
I am living, I remember you.