Meaning

Woven between the lines there sits a gem.

Unpolished, camouflaged, and enigmatic

it lays in plain vision,  yet somehow remains hidden.

It is shy and therefore, it only seldom reveals

its structured geometry to those who look hard.

Every word counts for something,

and each comma or period has a purpose.

Those who realize this simple truth,

see the cloaked jewel with ease.

For a poem’s disguised truth awaits discovery

not just in the explicitly stated,

but also in the blank white spaces.

They are the glue that binds together each

sentence and that which makes poems whole.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes you have to look deeper.

View sky's Full Portfolio