absence in the voice
a silence that holds what isn’t said
need hovers with wings
ready to fly into fear
blood too has its stillnesses
the knife that cuts out the heart
the breath holding forever
the part that was written for someone else
De at dVerse has given us the word voice for our quadrille this week. My poem is not a ghazal, but in the spirit of one.
I’ve used this painting before, but I thought it fit the words.