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