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:
This is absolutely beautiful.
Loved the image "keep a home in the curve of my earlobe"
Thanks for posting my poem! I'm thrilled to share it with others.
Nadya
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...my sound and my caesura,
I especially love that part..thanks for writing
This is really beautiful write!
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Oh, lovely. So terse, so full.
I love your poem, it's perfectly weighted and powerful.
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