The Things We Left Unsaid
The things we left unsaid
are read between the lines
or in the pauses of words
said in a moments confined.
Things said in passionate heat
I know I said them to you
But you didn’t understand them
I will not explain them true.
You can go your way unknown
And I will go mine in pain
I can’t make you know these things
Only frustration remains.
I thought you once understood
these things I pleaded to you
in the silence of the space
It is clear that we are through.
I hope that once the air clears
I’ll explain myself right there
to put our anger aside
and to end our love affair.
What’s said between the unsaid
between the lines of love
it is sometimes left unknown
and I’ve said this all above.
One of the things I know about myself, though I tend to write very long letters, I tend to leave things left unsaid and between the lines. Hoping beyond hope that the person I’m writing will get it without me having to explain myself. Mostly men in my life. Which is clearly a bad thing to do because guys just do not get subtle. I’m not sure they get it unless you throw a brick at them and even then they are thinking, “Oh a brick.” Sigh. This applies to one particular person, but still it’s true that a lot of our life has things between the lines that are not spoken aloud.
On a side note, I was encouraged this morning reading Robert Brewer’s prompt. Here is what he said –
Until last week, it had been since before Thanksgiving that I’d submitted poems anywhere. I’d received more than 10 rejections in that time, and well, I’m human–so I was a little down. Decided to submit some poems this month and over the weekend received an acceptance of not one but five poems all at once! Anyway, it just goes to show the importance of perseverance–all writers need a little; it’s just something that should be said.
I have been struggling with what to do with my poetry and even the fact that I wasn’t picked for the previous PAD challenge. But here you have the Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community who is struggling just like the rest of us. I had the inflated view that this man must be publishing things all over the place. Clearly, just like the rest of us, rejections are all part of the game. So, thank you, Robert, for sharing your life. I think we all need a bit more encouragement than we think we need. So I applaud you and congratulations.
Now I need to consider what I want to submit to myself. Because, whether I’m a poet, a writer, a novelist, a picture book creator, or whatnot, I am a writer in ever sense of the word.
Kate
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