These Words
from the tiredness of my bones
not syllables of warm water mouths
rather emanate rich with marrow silent sensations
hot cold
soft foetal
crescents of your ears
depth deeper than you know of your eyes
the vast rift of tears
your endless heart
alone sometimes in the dark
I have been a labour for you
silently aloud
likewise you should read
these words so unlike other words
each window through which invisible creatures
of what cannot be said climb
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Thanks again, PD. I could only hope I could keep up with your poetic output. These are hectic days, what with the end of the semester looking ahead. God bless. e/s
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