..
Some think her
delightful, light-full,
a spark, but they haven’t
seen her dark
heart, the place
where quiet grace
is replaced by hollow
stone, old bones break
-ing under the weight of
swallowed sky.
Don’t ask her why
she’s silent, why she
sighs. Give her an Rx
for sunshine, rain,
some breathing room
without a clock. Ask her
her name, the slow
and steady rhythm of
her song. Ask her if she’s
up to her old tricks. Ask
her if her bark is worse
than her bite. Give her a
truffle, a trifle of time,
a bruised and battered
rhyme to hold in hungry
hands.
Un
-straighten her jacket;
there’s a whole wild
universe waiting.
..
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
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♥ Love the play of sound through this and all of the meanings in clever-split-lines. Love you my friend.
This is awesome! I especially love these sections:
“heart, the place where quiet grace is replaced by hollow stone, old bones”
“she’s silent, why she sighs. Give her an Rx”
“some breathing room without a clock. Ask her”
“Ask her if she’s up to her old tricks … Give her a truffle” (yum)
“hands.Un” (hand sun … shadow puppets, maybe)
“-straighten her jacket” (LOVE this play on “straight-jacket”)
“there’s a whole wild universe waiting” (beautiful ending)
Thank You for this De-lightfully,De-licious dose !! Again, the proof, of why I whittled my poetry consumption to just this one blog ( The only one I could not seem to live without ) !!
I know, right?! She is da bomb. 😉
Love the first stanza! The 2nd and 3rd reminded me of you and Plum!
Ahhh… love this, De! Such yearning in this piece. Beautiful work, as always. ❤