Silent Language

Posted by andysmerdon on May 29, 2015

Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: Dashes, Emily Dickinson, Lyric, Quatrain. 2 Comments

In the mind of a Babe

Where spoken language does –

Not yet dwell –

Are images the rule?

The River – the sharp Knife –

Shaping memories,

Proffering ideas –

Until words… fail him?

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