The Quavering Voice of Association and Remembrance

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My fingers are feeble
small sisters that cannot say
anything by them
-selves, silent
and lonely in their stilted
sway. ………………..Give them a sea
-shore, a lesson scram
-bled. Throw them a bone,
a piece of meat, …………………a lone road
beaten down by right
and rain. Loan them a dime,
some time, a white sheet
waiting, and some indigo
ink to spill
at will. Fill their sharp
nail beds
with breeze, the whispers
of a willow, all its wisdom
whirred along by the blanket
of a scattered sky.

Ask them why they need
…………………………..the keys
………………………………to dance;
give them a chance
to breathe on their own.

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2 Responses to The Quavering Voice of Association and Remembrance

  1. Love the title. “to breathe on their own” – my guess is that’s what they need the most!

  2. cobalt girl says:

    “small sisters that cannot say” … That is an amazing line, as is “Throw them a bone, bled.”

    More favorites:
    “beaten down by right”
    “Loan them a dime, and rain”
    “some indigo waiting”
    “the whispers with breeze”
    “whirred along by the blanket”
    “Ask them why they need”

    Your line breaks are the best! And “nail beds” is really clever, as it could mean a number of things.

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