they are quiet only in the light.
by night, they whisper things
we have long forgotten and no
longer want to know. they grow
their shadowed secrets long and
loud and strong within our veins.
they strain to hear our tears,
our scattered songs. we long
for something more than all this
gossamer skin, these thin thin
veins that strain against our
fallen wings. these things
we wonder
{as they wander}:
who has uttered their name?
who has asked them to stay?
..
Another poem for day 1 of Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge.
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Wow, this is powerful. Almost hallucinatory. Great start to April!
Wonderfully written