In the silence of words
by Joey Clutario
Lady picks up an old photograph
of her late husband. It was not dusty, but shiny
Though the colors may not be the same, not as bright
or as happy because it’s not a mirror but a casket:
Deep breath
Pressurized breathing, shaking
…
Sigh
… slit of the mouth slightly opens
… then closed again, hard painful gulping
pressurized deep breath. Release.
“I picked up daisies today. You should’ve seen me…”
Deep breath
Pressurized breathing, shaking
…
Sigh
… slit of the mouth slightly opens
… then closed again, hard painful gulping
blank endless staring
***
When a poem comes in guise of words
It strikes
as lightning cannot touch the same ground
so are the words:
“It plunges deep into the heart-- rushes into the tense, arrested muscle
and is gone.”
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