I found you,
perfect poem, between lines of text
which said too much. Circled sections, some blacked out, repetitive themes
I took in too much terror.
A cannibal’s illness crept upon me,
till I found your words, finally, quiet,
and you in the middle, doing that wholesome, worried work,
admission of bones
stepped upon and tremors unfelt.
You and your persistence,
your French roses, your lack of emoticons, your quiet rivers.
Finally a wake, beneath a wave. “Every journey begins in the dark.”
At last I could
inhale/exhale, another day.
At last there was
some space in which I dwelled
without pain; your words made me okay again. Then it was only
a step further
to this blank page.
- With thanks for the bones and roses of Kim K. McCrea, read this morning. The line “Every journey begins in the dark” is the tagline of Kim’s blog. WordPress Reader link: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/59614066
- Further under the wave: Geist’s erasure poetry contest, recently revisited, which is based on a text about cannibalism. Along with some other lingering darknesses.
- Amazing moonboat harvest image by Tithi Luadthong.
Nadine inhales & exhales words & images from current vantage point in Zone of Emptiness, France. Thank you for reading. ❤︎