Poem

Our Unwritten Poems

Carl Harvey

15 Oct 2025

Our unwritten poems are haunting us
Seeping through thoughts
Silent, insistent
Like a presence in the night
Lurking, dangerous
But maybe just a figment
That is gone come morning

Our unwritten poems are drowning us
Strangling, gasping words
Silently suffocating
Like water filling our lungs
bursting with meaning
But a useless ocean
Pours in our open mouths

Our unwritten poems are killing us
It's kill or be killed
A daily decision
But our silence was decided
so long ago
we've forgotten
Our choice was made for us

Not a Dancer

Time tapped my shoulder. "No, thank you", I said "I'm not a dancer." But it took the lead anyway Dragging me into a waltz With my memories In the twirling swirl Of mind, body, and shadow As the evening sun went down I remember

Screenings

The truth is We are screened in By screens From all sides One side watches While the other Is asked to lose their selves Like when before Our corrections We are told To put in the bin Our dangerous truth Along with Our dangerous Belts and wristwatches From the other

Falling

Rain falls causing all in its wake to slumber. And as they close their eyes Mountains fall into hills. Sleeping, dreaming. And as they dream, They cry. A river Sprouts from higher ground And it, too, falls As all things do. Apart, away, across, always Down slopes That were once

Force of Nature

I am waking. The pounding wet patter Upon my blind windows Pushes me from sleep Into life once more. You are the driving rain And I am at your mercy. I am flying. Grasped by the howling gale My old discarded selves Scatter, are thrown about Given flight once more.

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Not a Dancer

Screenings

Falling

Force of Nature