Bjorn at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night with an invitation to post a poem of our choice. dVerse Poets
“How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.” Jane Hirshfield
The house was not just any house, it was of me and I of it, intimacy was every sunken board, chip and crack of age, and today for the umpteenth time the back door squeaked in greeting at days end, perhaps that my mind was weary, and the torture too hard to bear, that I took the cannister and oiled that squeak to a silence bare, peace reigned in all but heart, I missed that voice, disturber of life, provocative spirit, it made me think.
Grace at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night where we post a poem of our own choice. My choice has been influenced by the poems Grace posted as a reflection on the protests and Floyd’s death. So, I’m reblogging an earlier OLN poem about George Floyd that I wrote in the moment of grief having watched the video of his murder. Still can’t get it out of my mind, can’t erase the anger I feel of the injustice to him, and sadly, for so many.
Mish is hosting Open Link Night at dVerse – the night we choose a poem to post.
“It is the denial of death that is partially responsible for people living empty purposeless lives ….” Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
She was never shy
and so we kept hidden
somewhere out back for
her own sake, you understand,
too brazen, taken to impulsive acts,
an embarrassment to us all,
but she got our recently,
crept through her window
to play in the streets,
lifting her skirts at all,
laughing derisively as
they run, as run they should
in this season of the
end of everything where we
have hidden from ourselves,
while death has cast her shadow
and yet returned us to life.