Tag Archives: silence
The moonlight on their backs, the fading tracks of barefoot sand. Empty hands, and the barely there weight of silence. :: In April, we poem.
.. We breathe the cold, snapped against silence; the blue seeps into our bones. We raise our limbs to a cracked-open sky, the clouds like overlapping stones. .. wordled.
… Blame the rain. The way it slant-slid off this damn tin roof, the way we laughed (slippery, only slightly sane) at all the things we thought we knew. Listen to the sound ………..(advice) of silence. Then, blame the stupid … Continue reading
… there is a harvest of phrase (a hum, a song, a scream) behind my be -stung tongue. my teeth a cage, my seeds are gone. no pit, …………….all stone. .. Prompted by toads.
Find the still small voice in the quiet rain, and make the hard choice to stay.
.. swearing by all flowers, she spins hours making eyelashes of petaled promises, lovesmelovesmeknot chains of whim. give her a peri -winkle pen and a bit of white space, and she’ll ……………(erase) trace her own heart along veined vines, and … Continue reading
. Forgive me my lost muchness, my lost touch with all in -sanity. I find that I can only listen now to stars, the twinkling inklings of this sage sky. I also think these trees have some small thing to … Continue reading
.. Flying’s fine, but for once I have perhaps chosen wisely, wildly shedding my shoulds for something (more or less) sibilant, more bent toward appropriate sun -light. We fight tooth and nail for feathers, hope balanced precariously on bright strings. … Continue reading