#athousandmore

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For all the words

That find their way

Out of us

Into language

There are a thousand more

That don't.

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For all the poems I write

To ease myself

Of the burden of that

Which has not found its way

Out

There are a thousand more

That I don't

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And that is why

Each poem

Is so heavy

And pregnant

With the growing weight

Of all

That is never-said

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And therefore is doomed to roam

Full term

Along the hallways

Of my collective unconscious

Desperate

To deliver

That which cannot

Nor ever will

Find its way out

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And so

Each verse that does

Becomes

A labour of Love

Knows

That for all that it delivers

Into the folds

Of language

There are a thousand more

That it doesn't.

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Adapted on Mother's Day from the poem below A Thousand More. For my chilld who tries and my Mum who knows it's pointless to. 😍

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For all the words

That find their way

Out of us

Into Language

There are a thousand more

That don't.

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For all the love

That finds the words

That find their way

Out of us

Into language

There is that

Which never can.

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And so

These words

Are pregnant

And heavy

With the growing weight

Of all

That can never be said

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And so

My dearest child

And my dearest Mum

I will not try to say it

Let us

Love

And be

Silent.

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Yours, Amma. ❤

“Riley you’re supposed to eat the banana!”

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