Blank Tape

In my mind I see someone trying to record something to save a memory but each time they press the record button their voice can't convey the words that are stuck in the heart. They know what they want to say...it's all up there in their mind but..somehow their throat contracts each time they try to express themselves.

Just my interpretation. I haven't read your work in a while...sorry.

Andrea, written like a true poet! You know what lies in others hearts, if we are really quiet we hear and feel it all. Lovely! Brenda

Hello Andrea,

I have to be honest, I am not entirely sure of the content of this piece but it is a lovely read and soothing in its layout.

All the best,
Ben

Hello Andrea,

Like listening to static, many don't see the point, yet there is much to interpret. Within the white noise there is peace, there is language, words translated from a soul who is actually singing pure and true.

I love the format, it lends itself well to the topic matter. The space between the lines is like the noise, or lack of noise on a blank tape; like the wonderment in the mind that cannot yet see/ understand.

Well done,

Take care,

Michael