Word choice is half
silence
Truth is lemon clean, rosemary thick.
You should smell pruning, not composting.
In my excised leaves
I was worried I'd find something sharp;
I was dull.
Draft stacks tremble before the fan,
words making worm cast tunnels
between scarred, folder-coffined pages
cement-thick,
scentless.
Oh Chrissa this is absolutely gorgeous. Every line is a smooth stone to turn over in your hand over and over. I especially love....word choice is half silence. Sheer brilliance!!
ReplyDeleteSo glad I visited your blog, this is a wonderful write ~ no one will ever call your words "dull." They excite and inspire.
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