When In Doubt

WHEN IN DOUBT

Transparency indubitably ideal
Must be a both ways offering
Though … So we inch forward

Full of such lack of confidence

Guardedly trading confidences
And reactions … Testing, testing
Are you receiving me? … Over

The night sky pales around us

Chink by chink the curtains open
To reveal … only a tinted window
Opaque … and that’s all she wrote

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 3, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Tentative and tip-toeing… I know those conversations. You’ve described them well, Ben, with your usual succinctness.

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  2. You know, after 24(?) years, I can honestly say I love living with my quiet and solid husband, but I really do not know him. If I have questions, he’s happy to give answers a go. But there are always corners of his being that remain unknown, perhaps even to him. I know I am the same, even if I’m far more forthcoming in speech and temperament. This is life. This is relating to another. This is a beautiful thing. 😘

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  3. Some of us error on the side of too much this way, but I’m working on it. Thanks, Ben, for such acknowledgment in relationships.

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