Monday, September 2, 2013

A Whispered Moment

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The Veil, Fernand Khnopff

I move through days

Of limned frost,

of silent rain.

Piecing moments of coherence

through the whispered voice

and a sharpened pencil;

making my sense

by leaving my mark.

Each poem

a little-used corner

of life—

Mine, or another’s—

And as I do so,

I see myself

on the periphery,

a veil between us.

Perhaps it must be so

for the whispered voice

to come in advance of life’s to-do list

and for me to incline my head enough to hear it.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

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