Clarity
By
Lisa A.Williams
Wound upon wound
all pretense-
anemic suture.
How truth bleeds
through white silence-
.
Crimson shades
the pureness
of our dreams long held in
hunting hearts,
tasting each others hunger-
the nearness of it always.
This is so good Lisa. Felt that snatch of heartache and your close is perfect.
ReplyDeleteReally like the intensity and rawness in this, Lisa. "How truth bleeds through white silence"- so powerful. The impact of this piece is easily felt.
ReplyDeletelove this piece - the last line especially. Have been wondering why certain lines stand out in poems... don't think there is a single reason. The context is important (hence why last lines often stick), rhythm can have something to do with it (the feminine ending of your piece was really poignant). I guess trying to come up with an equation for it is destined to fail. Sometimes things "just work". In the case of this poem, greatly.
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