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It’s the not knowing

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‘Love is so short, forgetting is so long’

Pablo Neruda

 

It’s the not knowing that drags;
an emotional gravity
that skewers us to the earth,
holding our feet in concrete
and our hearts in a dewdrop web
of half truths.
 

It’s the not knowing that clouds,
that ruins the night sky,
obscuring fractal glitter
with the dust of uncertainty
until we find ourselves unable
to see beyond our own atmosphere.
 

It’s the not knowing that bites,
sinking its teeth when the sun dips
below the watery horizon
and the beach fire crackles its last,
darkness slipping us deep
beneath its counterpane of sorrow.
 

It’s the not knowing that slices,
that cuts through us
with the gilded blade of illusion,
leaving us baffled and bereft,
forever craving
a simple promised truth.

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Burning Down the House


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Scandalous light
lashlicks
sills,
 

rust-hinged shutters
+++++++++peeled
back
to shellacked skin.
 

Suspicion’s
hacking blaze
presses cold,
c o l d
kisses
 

until dawn’s
piercing hoarfrost
+++++++++bursts
the blisters.
 
 

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Bound

 

 

The house is filled with books that lay unread
Moroccan leather bindings thick with dust,

for fear the truth will raise its hoary head.


These first editions steeped in printer’s lead
that should be treasured, cherished but it’s just
the house is filled with books that lay unread.


These shelves where clichéd angels dare not tread,
where fact and fiction both are left to rust,
for fear the truth will raise its hoary head.


Between the leaves of romance, crisp and dead,
amid the thrillers, mysteries and lust,
the house is filled with books that lay unread.


Compressed, controlled, contained, so word can’t spread,
where spineless villains creep there breeds mistrust,
for fear the truth will raise its hoary head.


Deep paper cuts where crimson ink has bled
across the creamy pages, once robust,
the house is filled with books that lay unread
for fear the truth will raise its hoary head.

 

 

 

Posted for One Shot Wednesday at the wonderful One Stop Poetry

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