Where there is silenceA Poem by Luther1. Today snow feels like sunshine. My eyelids flutter like a seagull, fighting combat, I cry, a bone-dry birdbath, Leaving salt stains on my skin. I drown in the sea of insence. 2. The magenta waves wash the dummy ashore. Rotten timber never is enough To build a raft to carry him home. He sits where there is silence, But his hands will never stop speaking To her reflection in the lake. 1. I found the matchstick used to light my final cigarette, It was stuck inside my wallet where your face used to lie. I remember i saw a harlot, three stray mallards and a rabbi Sat upon a park bench. It was spring. I still recall how it made me feel And how my eyes started leaking. I drew it on the back of a cigarette pack. I showed it to you. I remember saying ‘If you don’t see happiness in this picture Remember it as the image which took your happiness away.’ © 2010 Luther |
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