dew creeps softly
into the forest
of forgiveness
quenching the thirst you have for impossible rivers
carving hunger from hand-picked bones
runner roots spread beneath the blanket you wear
when you can’t bear to see stars touch your skin
earth’s heart beats slowly below your body
bleeding echoes of discarded remembrance
as you press an ear to the pulse of antipathy’s vein
singing softly for razor or retribution
or just one answer in a galaxy of question
dawn always feels like a reprieve of silence
the last inhale of guilt holding on to lost breath
but these tears of tree sap and mountain
climb your sleeve with the tread of expertise
rivulets run rapid in the canyon of clavicle
flooding sound from the cave of the voice you carried
washing stone and pounding words into the stream
of every moment and hour in between
May 29th, 2014 at 9:25 am
dawn as a reprieve of silence . . . you’ve articulated something I’ve often felt but never been able to put into words.
May 29th, 2014 at 10:05 am
first, excellent title…hooked me right away…seriously a rocking piece…so much to like but the part that really slapped me a good one was:
as you press an ear to the pulse of antipathy’s vein
singing softly for razor or retribution
the allusion to suicide in it…whew….
May 29th, 2014 at 10:35 am
Oh,your voice is always clear and strong, never hoarse from the hackneyed line or stale image. Such a fresh treasure for us all.
May 29th, 2014 at 5:18 pm
I often find myself pressing my ear to the pulse of antipathy’s vein … very grateful each day that earth continues her heartbeat below me with her echoes of my discarded remembrances. Thank you, Kelly. ::: kb :::
May 29th, 2014 at 8:07 pm
Beautiful poem, Kelly.
May 30th, 2014 at 2:45 pm
what a pivot:
singing softly for razor or retribution ~
May 31st, 2014 at 8:39 pm
I like the idea that dawn feels like a reprieve from silence. I understand that…all night there was silence, and then we welcome dawn.
May 31st, 2014 at 9:43 pm
rom the title, I love it already, smiles ~ This one is really magical for me:
dawn always feels like a reprieve of silence
the last inhale of guilt holding on to lost breath
Lovely writing as always Kelly ~
May 31st, 2014 at 10:44 pm
You take my breathe away!
June 1st, 2014 at 7:54 am
This piece is filled with so many memorable lines, especially the “razor or retribution” stanza. What I like most about this poem, though, is the way you’ve placed the essential issue exactly in the middle: “or just one answer in a galaxy of question” Very fine writing.
Steve K.
June 1st, 2014 at 8:37 am
“bleeding echoes of discarded remembrance” – wow. A beautiful poem, Kelly, your imagery is astounding. Thank you – I really enjoyed it. – Vivienne, of OneVoicePoetry, with Bjorn et al.
June 1st, 2014 at 8:40 am
Yes, this is beautiful. My thoughts went to suicide too, as Brian said. You write so sensitively.
June 1st, 2014 at 11:34 am
Lovely finish here and I also really liked: “the last inhale of guilt holding on to lost breath…” Regards Scott
June 1st, 2014 at 1:28 pm
The title is wonderful grabbed me right away
“dawn always feels like a reprieve of silence”
that line just jumped out at me and made me pause
to ponder in silence
June 1st, 2014 at 5:47 pm
tight images in this.. and forgiveness is huge… love the title and sometimes i’m content with one answer in a galaxy of questions, sometimes it drives me mad
June 1st, 2014 at 7:18 pm
This is just amazing. Simply amazing. I can’t even quote a favorite part. Your title grabbed me, and the rest of your content kept me arrested for the duration.
June 2nd, 2014 at 9:07 am
The night can bring out the worst fears in us.. Everything becoming a threat… and only with the daylight that comes we can shred some of those fears away…