Previously published in 2009 at vox poetica dot com

You and I are parentheses


There is a space between us

Unvoiced, ironic, bounded

By thin moons of restraint

Two bodies symmetrically opposed

Enclosing whispered knowings


What comes next must be said


About Ray Sharp

Poet, endurance athlete, retired public health planner
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5 Responses to Previously published in 2009 at vox poetica dot com

  1. nananoyz says:

    When our middle grandchild was 5, I sent her a birthday card with the message: Love, Nana and Poppa (and Scout, too). She was already reading pretty well, but when she came to the parentheses she was stumped. She took the card to her mom and, crying, said that she couldn’t read those things. My daughter told her they were parentheses. Sobbing, the poor child exclaimed, “But I don’t even know what sound a parentheses makes!”
    Well, that whole episode has become part of her history, and now at the ripe old age of 11, any time anything goes wrong, someone reminds her that she didn’t even know what a parentheses sounds like.

  2. nananoyz says:

    Reblogged this on Praying for Eyebrowz and commented:
    I really like this!

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