Expectation Seven

Elizabeth Chapman melizabethchapman.blogspot.com

Elizabeth Chapman melizabethchapman.blogspot.com

She sits

in dry dust

before a stone

behind which not

even a breath stirs

Her own sighs all

shattered glass

now broken

in breast 

She sits

in dry silence

all night & day

knowing that any

word she might say

if she were to say

any word at all

would scatter

in blood

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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