Monday, February 21, 2005
A Poetic Effort: Silken Paper
Splendid silken paper ‘neath a pen’s point
Tells of fragile love’s weeping wounds.
Prayers carried close and slipped inside her blouse,
She runs in the rain to reach him, touch him,
To reverse his heart’s impaling choice.
A stream rushing across concrete
Halts her splashing steps and quickens her breath.
The windows show a dance of a mother
And a father and their chirping babes,
Perfection, idealism, wished-for bliss.
She stands observing and left,
An incidental memory now,
Silenced, torn and floating away,
Away to an ocean’s worth of humming black lines.