Tag Archives: sigh and silence
child , can’t you see our shackles (these chains, the sky) have fallen? in the swollen swell of silence and your eyelash flutter, I shuttered my indigo fingers, my gills and scales and skin. the sky’s an ocean. these legs … Continue reading
squeeze in tight and fight the urge to hustle-bustle on outta here. hold my hand, my heart, my time. stay.sigh. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.
, she’s holding the world in quiet, wide open hands, standing on her knees. have you breathed the moon? its borrowed light is fading, dissolving in sky. the clouds know better. they hold nothing but whisper and the float of … Continue reading
… pity her nothing, this unquiet puff of sky, this fiery tangerine cloud beast, pinned soft and savage least against her own bright cerulean skin. she has spun her self of steam and smoke and sigh -lence, unshrouded her eyes … Continue reading
… This poem is a perfect storm. The abnormal crawlings and clawings of a wayward gypsy heart. Clouds are forming, global word-warming, drops waiting to spill. Beware saltwater and too much silence, the violence of scattered whim and will, wonder … Continue reading
Find the still small voice in the quiet rain, and make the hard choice to stay.