The Silence – Napowrimo Day 13

I’m lost in the dryness of my mouth
in the barbarian hands
of distant riverbanks,
where the second person
fulfills me with lost promises
for those who’ve died before reaching
the possibility of being.

Words move doors,
windows and
symbols of disaffection
into a night that goes on
to grant us with the dawn.

3 responses to “The Silence – Napowrimo Day 13

  1. This sounds like a “song,” lilting over the sand. Love it!

  2. Love “the darkness of my mouth”…what a way to create the image of silence…


  3. That first stanza, Pamela! It’s gorgeous and sad. Your word choice is perfect. I really love this poem.

I appreciate all comments.

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