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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

SHE WALKS IN SILENCE THROUGH THE STREET

“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.” J. Whittier



She Walks in Silence through the Street

She switched seats,
not lives,
not for a better view out the window,
but for her sanity—
Her sanity
came with the signing of a promise.
Her voice spoke a tender sadness, her lips parted,
heart sounds caught in her throat;
a forgotten half moan slipped through her vows,
She spoke quietly into the moonlit dark.
“Listen to me.” her words murmured a
raw baroque.
Beautifully painful,
extremely vulnerable,
lonely with a fullness—her words formed thoughts.
She continued to walk.
Some words can’t help but evoke softness.
Her words spoke softness,
a contralto of need,
a confession to a priest, a release from the want --
the white line defense--
the difference between secrets and lies.
She has reasons,
they are her reasons hidden in the shadows of her words;
her knotted prayer beads knock against her open chest.
The rumbling memory of voices,
the blending of flesh reminds her that
all evolves from an exploding dead star.
Heavy metal armor imploded to create you and I. 
TJKG

15 comments:

  1. raw baroque. her words, Listen to me:
    this is aurally exquisite.
    your poem reads like a story from the heart.
    thank you.

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  2. Indeed, I could the heartbeat.

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  3. I really liked this quite a bit - the words are perfectly pitched and I really loved this:

    She has reasons,
    they are her reasons hidden in the shadows of her words;
    her knotted prayer beads knock against her open chest.
    The rumbling memory of voices,
    the blending of flesh reminds her that
    all evolves from an exploding dead star.
    Heavy metal armor imploded to create you and I.

    Exquisite!

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  4. sometimes you have to switch seats to get that sanity back...and sometimes that gets messy...like exploding stars...but its all part of creation...really fluid flow in this...

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  5. Yes, sometimes you have to switch seats to hold on to sanity. A good and strong write.

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  6. Love the emotion in this poem!

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  7. Her words spoke softness,
    a contralto of need,
    a confession to a priest, a release from the want --
    the white line defense--
    the difference between secrets and lies.


    Beautiful writing.

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  8. Tracy, I will resist the urge to quote back lines to you, and simply say this is poignant and every word well placed.

    Pamela

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  9. Instead of echoing what others have already said, I would like to add that "tender sadness", "murmured a raw baroque", "a contralto of need" are some interesting and unexpected phrases to describe a voice.

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  10. Breath-takingly beautiful if I only had such an elegant command of language!

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    1. you are so very kind to say that to me.. blessings and thank you

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  11. the prayer beads against her chest and switching seats for her sanity...my fav images in this...what a tight and emotional write tracy

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  12. Beautiful writing - reminded me of listening to people sharing the stories of their lives, their troubles, their regrets - and all the while knowing that some things, probably really important things, were being held back for reasons I knew nothing about.

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  13. Wonderful. You wove a gentle intensity into this write as if begging the reader to understand her need.

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