earthquake
for twenty years
you kept a frame on a shelf
always out of reach
and tilted just so
encasing a photo
of nothing
no one ever asked
and you never
mentioned why
and eventually
your dust
colored it forgotten
but nothing ever dies
without revealing bones
and one day
the earth
grumbled just enough
to tip that empty square
into transparent
shards
slicing
through silence
with the clean
cold precision
of yesterday’s
knife
to reveal
a second picture
always hidden
from view
screaming
the truth
in lost time
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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 5th, 2014 at 10:38 am
My memory book of My Favorite Poems by Kelly Letky grows larger each day. This has ineffable depth and beauty.
April 5th, 2014 at 10:45 am
whew…it takes a bit to get to that second picture of truth…shaking things up….even at times a bit of pain…
April 5th, 2014 at 12:04 pm
but nothing ever dies
without revealing bones… beautiful.
April 5th, 2014 at 12:15 pm
oh man. this gave me goosebumps. truly, truly. those hidden pictures of truth. always there.
April 5th, 2014 at 3:30 pm
Really touched by this, bravo.
April 6th, 2014 at 12:36 am
It’s wonderful you’re doing NaPoWriMo, we need more of your work. This is poetic perfection.
April 7th, 2014 at 10:04 am
very nice.