Friday, 6 May 2011

In Memoriam by Nadya Avila Chant

You are text and subtext, my sound and my caesura,
The verdant meadows of adolescent summers,
And the fallow fields of a dreamless winter.
You are sigh and gasp and bated breath and I
Your restless child and somnolent woman.
You keep a home in the curve of my earlobe,
In the scar on my wrist, in the white of my fingernails.





Nadya Avila Chant, Utah, USA

7 comments:

arspoetica said...

This is absolutely beautiful.

Gordon Mason said...

Loved the image "keep a home in the curve of my earlobe"

Nadya Avila Chant said...

Thanks for posting my poem! I'm thrilled to share it with others.

Nadya

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C.M. Doran said...

...my sound and my caesura,

I especially love that part..thanks for writing

Marinela said...

This is really beautiful write!


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Enchanted Oak said...

Oh, lovely. So terse, so full.

Mark Sargeant said...

I love your poem, it's perfectly weighted and powerful.