Hedgerow #10 – The River

 
the river  Silence
beckons,
i dive in
listening
to ancient psalms
sing their poetry
tapping deeper
touching the pain
swimming through
to the still, silent pool,
i reach for a whisper
a single metaphor,
murmured underwater
an echo…. maybe joy
gasping,
and coming up
for air
then seeing
the sun rise
hearing the sky shout,
i breathe,
find a voice,
and sing.
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hedgerow: a journal of small poems # 10

11/28/14

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a simple vow

she sings their love story

long and sweet

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her voice – a drone

 whispering a lullaby

until he sleeps

*

an empty space

she sings of what might have been

in his arms

*

to comfort the dying

her silent presence chants

all night long

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how she honors the sun

trilling a sing-a-long

with the birds

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while binding wounds

she utters an ancient mantra

holy balm

*

how her lips

on the crook of his neck

croon softly

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his anger circling

she sings to block out the truth

 her fate

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clouds on the way

she hums a broken melody

until the storm passes

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taking to her cave

she laments day and night

for what is lost

*

fist filled with notes

she murmurs a hymn of praise

for poetry

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ten teeth missing

she burbles about old days

mouth wide open

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©WabiSabi 2013

For the Sunday Whirl 108 – vow, drone, space, chants, sun, binding, crook, circling, broken, cave, fist, mouth.