Deep In Conversation
I love conversation. Don’t get me wrong. The
dialogue; tongues curling around animated
expressions of self. Arms collaborating
and eyes reading reaction whilst also in
cahoots with the ears who plot tone and intent.
Message sent. Engage in construction of a
response. Lips directed to show either eager
or reluctant continuation: agree
or disagree, accept or reject, secrets
or lies. It just happens without too much thought.
Loose lips cost lives. Cold, dead eyes conceal
their truth. Elusive gaze gives away idle
distraction. Perhaps thoughts of being somewhere
else entirely; of little interest, not
the right moment, or maybe lack of empathy.
What about the impulsive touch which backs up
sincerity; a solid connection, just
for a fleeting moment, but just long enough
to say “Everything really will be okay.
You are not alone. I’m listening. Don’t fret.”
What speaks loudly is silence. What I really
like are the gaps in between the words, the space
where understanding stands, not demanding it
be seen. It’s comfortable just being felt.
Arguably, it holds more power than words.
Deep In Conversation is a poem written by Ms Moem.
This is post 17 of 100 blogs in 100 days.