listen.
you can hear the world sleeping
it makes its own sound
bears its own cross
fills its own void
a spiderweb of dream
and nightmare
edged with dewdrop and laughter
spoken words float out
across the horizon of yesterday
tomorrow
someone just waking up
will hear them today
your whisper
is the scream
that stops the hand
that wields the knife
your off key whistle
is the icy finger
beneath the crack
of winter’s window
your declaration of love
is the robin singing penance
for curing dawn
of all color
lie still
in the mirror dark quiet
wait
it’s impossible to breathe
without inhaling
someone else’s
exhale
.
.
.
.
A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.
April 18th, 2013 at 8:20 am
starting my day with a letky poem is my idea of inhaling someone else…you!
April 18th, 2013 at 9:10 am
You, Mrs. Mediocrity…just amaze me!
April 18th, 2013 at 4:01 pm
Wow, I swear you get better and better with passing day. This stopped part stopped me in my tracks
“your whisper is the scream that stops the hand
that wields the knife”
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April 18th, 2013 at 9:17 pm
Had to read it several times … so beautiful!
April 19th, 2013 at 11:50 am
ahhh, the sounds the sleeping world makes. “tomorrow someone just waking up will hear them today . . . ”
you are flying.
April 20th, 2013 at 12:35 am
>your whisper
>is the scream
>that stops the hand
>that wields the knife
So true. You whole poem here is an epic condensed into a small whister. Marvelous.
April 20th, 2013 at 11:32 pm
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