I bought this slim volume of poems
for someone
who, exactly,
I cannot quite remember.
Not for myself, is all I know.

The book, forgotten, I found
squeezed between larger volumes
on the bookcase’s top shelf
having been placed there
during a cleansing frenzy
one day in November

It is indicative of the chaos in my life:
thoughts conceiving actions
never realized.
And the love, kindness, joy
I meant to share remains hidden
in the recesses of my life
—no one conceives
in my silence how I care.

c. Darlene Moore Berg



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2 responses to “Hidden

  1. naomi

    you’re not all THAT silent.

  2. Lovely poem and photo…it’s wonderful how blogs help us stay in touch with others.

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