My lips are moving
but you don’t hear
my words
linger in dead space
stopped cold by your body language
Actions speak louder than words
They shout your intent
The windows to your soul
have the shades pulled tight
The lights are on
but nobody’s home
to listen
to my words
© Elise Skidmore, 2012
Poem may not be used without permission of the respected party.
neil said:
Thanks for posting Elise’s poem, Francina – it deserved the wider audience you gave it.
Good one, Elise!
Francina said:
It was my pleasure to do so , Neil!
Namaste, Francina
Elise S. said:
Thank you all for your kind comments. I’m so pleased you enjoyed this poem.
Elise
granbee said:
If we do not open the windows to our souls in attending to another. we live in a haunted house!
lscotthoughts said:
Beautiful, melancholy poem…The windows to your soul
have the shades pulled tight – wonderful metaphor; thanks for sharing, Francina! xoxo
Wendell A. Brown AKA The Brown One Poet said:
your poem is awesome Francina! Your words say alot in their message! Thanks for sharing!
Francina said:
Thank you, Wendell! I did not write the poem though , the poem is from Elise. I’m sure she appreciates your comment about her poem.
Ciao, Francina