What if I wrote what could not be spoken of
words of depth, concise sentences of discomfort
and truth, looped them together with my hand
a signatured message unique, like my voice.
Left on your desk, enclosed by the folded paper,
to find tomorrow or in a haste of reorganizing,
leaving you to wonder when it arrived.
Would you recognize the writing or disregard
then discard it as scrap, all while maintaining
focus on achievements of a workplace that doesn't
have time for cursive communication?
©Ali Grimshaw 2021
dVerse Open Link Night #288 - Join us.
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flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
You are awesome writer keep shining
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What a wonderful comment to recieve. Thank you. Keep shining you light as well.
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Very beautiful. ♥️
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Thank you for reading.
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Ali, there is much to say about the lost cursive that those of us took for granted. How sad. Very sad. If I had children I would have taught them cursive myself. I absolutely loved your poem. You packed a lot of pondering in those lines.
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Glad to hear you enjoyed it. Cursive isn’t gone yet. There are still people who are teaching it and it’s supposed to be especially helpful for some students with reading challenges.
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Good news to my ears, Ali. Thank you!
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It sounds like a dysfunctional workplace if you cannot take the time to have cursive communication…
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I loved this seemingly light hearted to read poem with such deep meaning.
My sons are so amazed to see me writing in cursive and I had never imagined it would be lost art.
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There are young people who don’t know how to read or write in cursive. I wonder if it will die out in time. Have a wonderful Sunday.
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I agree. You have an amazing one too!
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No time for cursive communication. Novel thought. Evocative poem!
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Beverly,
I wonder if cursive writing will fade away with time. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.
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I think everyone can relate to words that were not spoken, but this handwritten note is full of mystery. Like others, I wonder at the backstory, which makes this intriguing.
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Merril,
Glad to hear that this caught your attention and left you wondering. That was my hope. It was a fun challenge for myself.
Thank you and all of the dVerse community for your inspiration to try new ideas.
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You are very welcome!
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What if I wrote what could not be spoken of
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Thank you friend. The unspoken lives inside so many of us.
Take good care.
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Very nicely penned…loved the room for interpretation for readers to think and ponder on the possible back story…great job 💖💖
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Thank you for the feedback. Have wonderful day.
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The meaning or feeling I get from the poem is that this message is from a subordinate to his/her boss and perhaps there has been an incident or incidents, possibly involving harassment or inappropriate behaviour….”concise sentences of discomfort and truth”…like all good poems, this one leaves room for the reader’s imagination to work. JIM
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Jim,
Thanks so much. That is fascinating to me. I like how you pointed out the words that led you down that thinking path. It is a possible conclusion.
I especially like poems that are open enough to be interpreted in more than one way.
I appreciate your time.
Ali
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An intriguing concept and conversation Ali…. and your words have me drifting within the aura of my old silent conversations
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Ivor,
I am happy to hear that this made you feel curious and you walked away pondering. Please send some sunshine my way. It is cold and rainy here today.
Keep shining your light.
Ali
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We have plenty of spare sunshine at the moment here Geelong… we are having 7 days in a row of 26’C (75’F)… gorgeous autumn weather..
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I am jealous. But I’m happy for you
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March is probably the nice month of the year down my way … 😀😎
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I like the questions posed, the way they are posed and the way the poem weaves its way to the final question.
JIM
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Jim,
Thank you for reflecting this back to me. Did you have any guesses about who the people in the poem are how they are related to each other or what the message might be? No pressure to answer. I’m just curious.
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“What if I wrote what could not be spoken of…”. That’s the question confronting many of us who write. Whether poetry, prose to share or offer perspective. It all takes great courage. To be, to speak, to honor the voice within which yearns to be heard. Another beautiful poem, dear friend.
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Carrie,
I really appreciate hearing what resonated with you in this. It does take courage to speak out however we choose to share our truth with another.
Sending you wishes of wellness for a beautiful weekend. I look forward to connecting with you next week.
Ali
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I like how you give focus to a thing so many take for granted. I wonder about the back story of the poem. I wonder what the note would say?
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Thank you for your reflection. I was hoping to create a sense of curiosity about the note. I have also been reflecting on the pace with which some of us live and how that impacts us for good or bad.
Have a great weekend.
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You’re very welcome, Ali. I do know that it’s difficult to remember we work to live not live to work. You also!
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