An Ode to Insignificance

by Abed   Mar 18, 2018

With time,
speaking becomes exhausting.
And maybe that's why we shrink.

Half the words we say
lose their way to the tongue,
and even the heaviest of thoughts
float like a feather,
light and insignificant.
This is how small wars are sparked
and connections sacrificed.
And this is how we prune the truth
and master the art of lies.

Because, often enough,
lying is the shortcut to silence.
And words are never enough.


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  • 3 years ago

    by gumshuda


  • 3 years ago

    by Nee

    I love your ending stanza! This is so simple yet truly deep. Good job, Abed!

  • 3 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Coming back to read this again. I feel that tired aspect in this poem, that we try and try to use our words to move forward, yet do we get anywhere? Do words lose meaning over time? Do we overcompensate in order to tell ourselves we're really making a difference with our speech?

    Love the push and pull and weight of your words. And the question it inevitably raises: will we make our silence count or do we bother to speak if it's just rehashed truths?

    • 3 years ago

      by Abed

      Wow MaryAnne, you've not only captured the point of the piece with the interpretation but also added dramatically to it.

      I've been lately suppressing so many words that are stirred within because I've learned that many a time they don't move you forward; hence, my silence most of the time.

  • 3 years ago

    by Rania Moallem

    Excuse my short comment, but this is a great piece, I think the last stanza could have a stronger impact if you replace one of the 2 enoughs by a different word. I loved the poem a lot. Nominated

  • 3 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Abed this is great! And it's true, if no one is listening the words are insignificant and the truth gets lost.
    "And this is how we prune the truth
    and master the art of lies."
    I love this line! :-) x

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