ce n’est pas vrai

“We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.” – Paul Tillich

“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupery

***

ce n’est pas vrai

it is not true

that a word

or thought

hurtled

in the dark

does not travel

far

a single word

whispered

into darkness

reverberates

throughout

the night

around the planet

through time

in perpetuity

triggers synapse

life,

love and lies

cannot be

extrapolated or

quantified

a word

in the dark

like a sigh –

hush, you can hear it

even if it

was not spoken

it will

summon

bid you

home

***

bisous,

léa

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About Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.
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9 Responses to ce n’est pas vrai

  1. cindy knoke says:

    Beautiful poem. Marvelous quotations! It must be Lea!

  2. love the thought of an unspoken word summoning us home…so beautiful..

  3. RITA BARNES-SZUSZKIEWICZ says:

    This is a wonderful ..R

  4. Another beautiful poem Lea.

    And I always love the quotes too!

    Love

    Christine xxxxx

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