...quiet, about a lot of things...
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Different Versions...Same Theme for Poetry Thursday
I can feel my soul grip like a tight little fist.
Wafer images float through my mind, wine stained words hanging loosely from their heels.
I don't want to open the window.
I don't want to let the light in.
Life is too noisy and I have a headache.
My own breathing is too loud.
As if on cue, He enters on delusion, riding it as a regal elephant. He settles His hand between enormous ears and guides by suggestion, careful to hide the barbed black crop held in His left hand.
but i see it and i know who it's meant for.
i have the thinner skin.
something has moved. now it lives in my throat. a leaping frog beating at the snug jar lid, breathlessly aiming at pin prick air.
the elephant settles gracefully to it's knees, then offers it's heart. He descends.
"you should have opened that window." His back is turned. He is close enough to whisper. "They say; get while the gettings good".
the frog inside me stills. the fist falls open,then closes tighter.
one more time. "just one more time" i am thinking,
as i hit the glass running.
The common theme....open a window.
Now on to Poetry Thursday!