In silence
a truth is heard
Fragments of words answer
as if you had no other voice
Patient you, quiet teacher
dispensing wisdom from closed books
As if I would ever listen through
the noise of my raucous singing
and the sound of pages twisting
through my frenzied searching-
To the sound of a single kiss
on my collarbone as I slept through
the morning
1 comment:
Your command of language, and the way you build such wonderful context out of so few words, is a testament to your brilliance.
This is a lovely poem. The first stanza is exceptional.
Larry Kuechlin
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