Because the heart is not heard
gold butterflies
rest on a shoulder.
Because joy is not felt
black eagle’s wings
strain taut back muscles.
Because the mind is not clear
bluebonnets
weave tendrils at the hairline.
Because the eye is uncertain
white tear shapes link bony wrists.
Because the ear cannot hear
narrow feathers
creep from under the collar.
Because the voice cannot speak
red checkered hearts
skip down the lifeline.
This writer really speaks to me. I love her use of language, her imagery.
ReplyDeleteThank you for a most engaging poem.