From out of the blue
I feel them --
tears perched on eyelids.
A quiet settles
within; a
hush before the storm.
Each breath stratigi-
cally placed
to lesson the wrath.
I long to crawl up
-- disappear --
escape from myself.
But the past has shown
like a sinking ship
I must ride it out.
the above is a series of Kelly Lunes, aside from the last stanza.
another silent contribution....
if you get a chance, there are some wonderful talents showcasing their voices today over at dVerse Poets Pub for OpenLinkNight.
