Absence of Is

Absence of Is

A Poem by L

It grew colder.
The sky split at its seams
And spilt its precious dark
So that I could not see
The look in your eyes,
Nor hear
The well-formed words
You forced from frozen lips;
Whose insinuations 
Became entangled in my hair.

I was grateful then,
That I was just a shadow,
Imitation of breath.
I could escape
Through pause in prose.

As you spoke on;
Reverently received 
By the never-was,
I sat scribbling 
Onto the back of a song sheet;
Words that terrify me.

© 2011 L


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I was grateful then,
That I was just a shadow,
Imitation of breath.
I could escape
Through pause in prose.


Such beautiful writing

Posted 12 Years Ago


It sounds bleak and grim, words scrambling, wanting to be heard but both parties not switched on to one another, and each thinking they're right. (my view!)
*bird*

Posted 12 Years Ago


arguments with those we care most about are always the most difficult to deal with and i understand that wishing not to be there denial. Great punch in that final line because there is always an answer even if it isn't spoken. i loved the texture of the poetry, the images falling thick and fast.

Posted 12 Years Ago


shades of poe

Posted 12 Years Ago



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