Friday, February 11, 2011

Hush - Poetry

They are only words,
after all.
But shadows of their future import
flicker at the
edges of my heart.

Whence the clammy feeling
of this dread?
Vestiges of past undoing perhaps,
that started out There's
Something You Should Know

now capitalized
in flashing
neon lights a mile high.
Please don't say it.
Lie, or go away.

1 comment:

  1. Lisa,

    Again, another enjoyable poem. The flow or rhythm of the last stanza really seems to stick with me. Particularly, the last two sentences.

    As usual, I'm glad I stopped by.