…
We cover howling maps with our still
small silence. Draw me a rift, Love. A
split more break than broken, less salt
than sorrow. Are we lost? Draw the sky,
a scrim across our scars, a cast iron lid
over all this troubled boil. There’s a little
food for thought in the thrum of voice,
the movement of lung and tongue and
wind. We’ve been waiting for a rearview
mirror spin, a bold sun new beginning.
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Wordled.
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Love the “lung and tongue and wind,” (creates songs to be sung) really works well, I enjoyed reading it.
A lot of food for thought packed into those ten lines, and not one of the given words creeps in apologetically.
A beautiful piece of writing. You literally dance with these words. Brava!
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/06/04/rear-view-mirror/
Love the word scrim. So visual it makes me NEED to use it in a poem. Great choice of title.
Wow – I love this. Your word choice is superb. Do you ever read your work aloud? I just love the sound of this.
Wow! That is friggin’ gorgeous.
Pamela
I love the idea of being able to draw the sky and use it to cover the ugly, troubled things. A lovely, fanciful image.
I must agree this read very well indeed.
The movement of lung and tongue – what great way of describing voice..it comes from much deeper inside..may that sun come..