The Language of Leaves
by Patrice D'Ambra Burdette --Pataliyah
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
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The Language of Leaves
I know now it began the day that you left,
This snatched up pecking of words forgotten
the loss of a language flown from my knowing
hard-bitten silence caught in my throat
tasting more of blood than of rain
& the noise that dropped from other's lips,
was more than my ears could contain.
So I watched the leaves in the yard instead
imagining theirs a true r language
& listened all summer to their shuffle & their sighing.
Had they seen you? Were you sleeping, somewhere under their sway?
But if they knew, they would not say--
"In the middle of the jungle, in the middle of the day…"
Or, perhaps it began in those nights--
on streets I scoured, tearing rags of hair,
to find you, to hold you, un-lose you again--
To press your head under my chin.
But all I found were blackened myrtles
cradling the moon in their hands-–
My fingers twisted in rags of strangers,
my soundless screams clawing at eyes
too demented to know I was there.
For if they saw you, they would not speak
Of a hard-bitten silence caught in my throat,
tasting more of blood than of rain.
Of a language lost & quite forgotten
more than my heart could contain.
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|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Deep rivers flow here Pataliyah.
"Of a hard-bitten silence caught in my throat" is a superbly colored poetic brushstroke. Ahh, the depths that loving can take one to. I wonder how many times the waves of hope have crashed on the shores of apathy for all those deep souls that share on Authors Den? What sorrow, and suffering, and emotional emptiness the human heart is capable of. Keep writing! I feel nourished after reading.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|deeply motivated and powerfully perceptive imagery ...|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Powerfully emotive and meaningful; soul-reaching offering. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
Quite a gut wrenching and poignant write...
You can feel the intensity of your emotions