Today I am presenting another ‘5min’ poem that I have written at one of Ali Grimsham’s ‘Writing Circle’ Zoom meetings that I attend on Monday’s, and this was my 2nd session with the group, and I am having a delightful time. Here is the page link to get more information about the next writing circle. https://flashlightbatteries.blog/online-writing-circles/ Tickets by donation. All are welcome.
A Conversation Without Words
I see her lips curve
I see her mouth move
The words I do not understand
But I know the meaning of that sound
I sense the inflection in her tone
And her silent eyes tell no lies
I savour her smile
I gently hold her hand
And through her soft palm
I feel her heartbeat caress mine
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021
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Humph, Ivor. Anything you wanna tell us? Lovely poem of course.
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Some deep recollections and emotioms emerged at the “Writing Circle” …😂
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Emotions always bring out the right words 🙂
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Lots of tissues needed by all at the session…😂
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Oh wow!
If nothing else, then this should prove just how powerful your literal skills are.
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I love the picture you put with this. I have to say, this has moved up into one of my Ivor favorites. Just ….love, written so beautifully.
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Thank you Colleen, I’m more than happy to have this one as a favourite. 💚🌏❤
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💙
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Another gem Ivor.
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Thank you Sadje, and yes the Zoom meetings are going well for me.. 💚🌏
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Always a pleasure
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Beautiful 😍❤️
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This is an interesting conversation. 😉
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Thank you Kritika… You can interpret the conversation in a few different ways…. however for me it’s a true story…
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I thought it was your soul mate, often these relationships require less chat 🙂 SO much is just understood … especially during a chronic illness 😦
beautiful writing Ivor, you certainly have a talent for this short quick ones!
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Thanks Kate…. I’m not sure how they happen, but the aura within the group is very conducive for our thoughts to be open and unabrigded…😀
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it is most certainly working for you Ivor and that’s all that matters 🙂
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My thoughts about yesterday..
My thoughts today…
“”I am proud to have a small piece of this rock
And be a little cog in this world’s clock
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Beautiful poem accompanying such a wistful expression
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Thank you Derrick, she always smiled 😊
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Beautiful words and tribute to Carole, she really shone her whole being. Heatbreaking for you Ivor Carole was a pure soul and shone from her face and eyes.
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Her shining smile made it all worth while ☺🌏💚
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Very beautiful soul.
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❤️
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Beautiful! Carole and your poem in tribute to her!
This brings the tears.
You were fortunate to have her, and she to have you. ❤
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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Thank you Carolyn… my poetry meetings seem to be a very conducive place for words to evolve.
.. 😀 ((Hugs))
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Such a lovely beautiful poem!
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Thank you… a very nostalgic piece, that had the group reaching for the tissue boxes…
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A wonderful heartfelt poem!
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lovely
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Thank you Annette 💙🌏
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