More thanthe hateful command, morethan the ready proud pawn,more than these:silence—from over the fence,silencefrom across the paved drive,silenceat the holiday meal,silencefrom nine until fiveMore than thisis not needed, no more thansilenceas red flags parade byRed flags of warning It’s even kind of handsome,the orderly wayso many confused emotionsare shushed away withone hateful commandbehind a columnContinue reading “More Than This”
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Arriving with Pansies
What you decide not to sayyou forget how to say,and what moved you is exhaled, but left unsaid Might I be deadbefore the unsaid is allowed to breathebefore I may grieveAnd then when the words are heardor perhaps are read,perhaps simple dates or facts may hurtsomeone still living inside unsaid,holding their breathMemories of the deadContinue reading “Arriving with Pansies”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 