Wednesday, April 21, 2010

M I double S

I hear a whisper
on your breath

And the void
you left behind
is forever untying

Down below
the confusion
is impossible to deny

But up here
is the only perspective

Dressing down,
a lesser sense of self
Faceless and hiding,
social constructs cast aside

Pressing the mortal mass together
Words uttered
from two lips twice denied

how can the sun dare to shine
when you are not here?


Unknown said...

hope the sun keeps shining for u & 'he' does turn up!
Keep writing as u are doing- with feeling!

Francis Scudellari said...

I was tempted to sing along with this... but I don't have much of a voice :). I'm particularly fond of the second and penultimate stanzas.

Anonymous said...

Yes, I read this poem like a song. A fine poem.

Thomas Sheridan said...

You would put some nice guitar chords to this no problem.

Jenny said...

I have always found your work musical. Nice piece, again, Scrybe!

Megan Duffy said...


human being said...

ahhh... those beautiful ribbons of yours... so resonating...

missing is a void that sings... that's why it stings... like this beautiful work...

The Scrybe said...

Thanks for all the comments :))