Floating Words

We don't talk about it anymore or
shoot glimpses into empty rooms
I am woven, weaved into you
like yarn used to darn and mend
invisible holes that only gimlet eyes see.
How does silence stretch so far?
I ache into angular corners,
coffee cream and magnolia blossom
scent the air that I breathe.
I'll lie and look at ceilings hearing
your breathing beside me so
that when the cacophony of
unspoken words cease,
I'll slip and slide into that space
where afterwards the reverberations
will steep and soothe into each
arching moments and still
we won't talk about it anymore.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-01-10 at 11:12

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
And after her holiday the enchanted poet rtns to mesmerise us with these emotional, nostalgic words welcome back Elle we are stll here waiting to see your words to grace the pagesof poetbay
well done rgds Mike
2008-01-10


Kathy Lockhart
It's so good to read you again. Your poetry paints feelings, moments, images, moods. It weaves itself into my being and becomes a part of me long after it is read. Your poetry, Elle, is infectious. : ) Welcome back! xx kathy
2008-01-10