George Marsh

Notariddle

it cannot be seen
but it can be painted
it cannot be spoken
but it can be heard
though found in the fingers
it is not a sense
though found in the heart
it is not a feeling
it never came
and it never leaves
in war it does not weep
in peace it does not smile
it has no face
but it is in all faces
and it has as many names
as there are words
gossip defeats it
but it’s tougher than grief
it is not hiding
and there is no riddle


George Marsh