Sunday, January 15, 2012

unspoken


unspoken by Teri H Hoover



The words she said were lost
filtered into white

sinking
into
blue.

Her heart contracted just once more,
the passage was no longer barred.
Her mouth, a wordless cavern, exhaled her heart aloft.

The water jump, of her belonging
shattered into edgeless shards.

A gentle return to the defining floor.

A glittering, littering pile of
unchosen yet unfettered
words.
Collected, and winnowed,
garbled and anointed,
defined and discarded,
The amateur cognoscente of words.
Breathing into focus,
an image emerges.





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