it's quiet in the sanctuary of semantic regret

it's quiet in the sanctuary of semantic regret

 

 

baptism of words,

the touch of liquid vocabulary

anointed syntax,

a version dipped in indelible ink

the poem's life begins

 

but the original sin is still the writer's will

and the mortal memories that birthed the poem

will forever gather 

in contrition's confessional

a page bleeding of conscience.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/26/15

Reviews

[B]

Here i see the poem as cleansing water
taking away all sins of the writer
somehow the Penmanship is now less tainted
speaking clearly

to reach one's conscience with no inhibitions

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your keen insight, Nisreen.

j.