staring down
the slope of silence
all the words you leave
surmised unsaid
will grow wings of weight
forced to cower behind
the lace of an albatross curtain
held by
pursed parched lips
and a fissured fish heart
from a sky that knows only
blind patience
this is your charity necklace
worth only the gold
of your final sunrise
and your bottled up notes
of forgiveness
if you want them
to fly
you must sing
.
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo.
Also joining in with PAD (poem a day) over at Writer’s Digest.
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April 29th, 2014 at 8:39 am
yes, you must sing to get them to fly….without that initiative we are only waiting on the hope someone will do it for us….and find ourselves waiting forever….
April 29th, 2014 at 11:25 am
I guess I forget the singing part . . . beautifully expressed. Love the albatross curtain and fissured fish heart.
April 29th, 2014 at 1:07 pm
You have brought me to tears with the truth of this. For a long time, I have been living in a space where isolation and silence have become a deeply ingrained habit I cannot shake, and my words weigh entire worlds and cower inside me. But oh how I long to sing again.
April 29th, 2014 at 5:13 pm
A powerful ending..beautifully penned.
May 3rd, 2014 at 3:13 am
“fissure fish heart” – what a metaphor. and the title, and the final verse. ~