Footsteps on the veranda,
Hushed whispers,
Acacias lightly rustle
in the sticky night wind.
The door opens,
shuts,
opens,
shuts.
The mystery deepens
in the emptiness
of my bedroom.
A knot in my neck,
A lead ball in my stomach,
A sudden snapping
beneath my sternum
indicates the presence
of one,
simple word,
large enough
to be swallowing me whole:
Want.
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5 comments:
Your poetry is lovely, and full of sad longing. I am always touched by your words.
This is gorgeous. I am there with your words. Thank you for sharing this transcendent moment.
delete comma after one -- creates a pause that halts the movement forward.
swallow vs swallowing -- simple present or past is always stronger than the gerund form of the verb.
food for thought -- however -- LOVE this. simple and yet profound, deep, suffused with longing. Go, girl.
I, actually like that comma,
-contrarian Cecil
(seems like an interesting, intentional stop to me -- catches you as you fall, makes you wait for it...wait for it...)
I think you do really well with the sense of leading towards something. Until the final words, I was not sure of the direction--and that's a good thing, as I dislike it when there is a "false surprise" to something (i.e., you know where it's going as soon as it begins, but the intent is to create suspense.)
As a fiction writer, though, I'll stay out of the comma debate. ;o)
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