In Absentia: A Guest Post
Guest poetry, in response to the prompt: Heat. Sometimes the absence of it makes it more noticeable. IN ABSENTIA She makes me hot Swollen with desire, Skin itches To touch… Read more »
Guest poetry, in response to the prompt: Heat. Sometimes the absence of it makes it more noticeable. IN ABSENTIA She makes me hot Swollen with desire, Skin itches To touch… Read more »
. . Mist-blurred and damp-streaked reflection obscures; mirror obfuscates fogged form imprecise, indefinite. Clarity is elusive. . .
Severance of dead limbs, through storm’s rage or strife’s blade, forces healthy growth. . {His silence sliced her to the quick. She bled… and then she bloomed.}
Emotive sustained- note remembrance echoes through St Mark’s Cathedral, polyphony harmonic: Da, Pacem, Domine. Peace.