Poems and Poetry

Under-Statements | A Poem by JD DeHart

There is a conversation here
I am not aware of, a group of words clustering,
looking for a new home

There is a meaning hidden, like a child
playing a game, tucked inside a line,
a Derrida-like violence to language

What I have said is what I have said
but then that word passes through the mind
and like a prism, bends the light

And what we are left with
is the best we can do to love each other
with syllables and syntax.


What are your thoughts on this poem? Leave a comment below. Browse more original contemporary poetry about the human condition, or submit a poem of your own.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *