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we became ferocious and lovely
by Bob ArcaniaI think my chest rises with
your breath. We grew animated in winter
when we burrowed like ostriches in closets.
You found that green sweater
I once ripped from your shoulders.
Theres a bruise where the mare, Silence,
told us her secrets.
We became ferocious and lovely
beings each. If only Life were to prod
her lioness head from the bowels of our depths.
Life said, listen only intently, only
anything less could tear at my lily skin.
And Silence echoed, only, only.
As the snow drops clung to the window
I grasped onto Lifes white mane but
Silence had a hold of your elbow, crooked.
Beneath the fall of your clothes from wire
hangers, I think I drowned. It was so cold.
There was no stirring for warmth, of closeness. 02/13/2007 Author's Note: I thought I heard Life's muffled roar this morning while I was stolen away beneath my sheets, but Silence's swift hooves quickly won out.
Posted on 02/14/2007
Copyright © 2024 Bob Arcania
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meagan Green on 02/14/07 at 07:57 AM Wow, I love it. So beautiful and so true. |
| Posted by Rhonda Maneki on 02/14/07 at 02:11 PM This is lovely...I'm watching vivid images float by as I read. |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 02/16/07 at 06:17 PM beautiful. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/18/07 at 03:18 AM I live the "listen only intently" and yes, agree so completely the only way. Also I love "Life's white mane" ( at least in part, the snow) which you "grasped onto" a beautiful image. I love the dual aspect of the poem, and the "Silence" of the other. Many interpretations are possible, which only points to the richness. The "fall of your clothes from wire hangers" indicates an evacuation, which has much sadness. Very suggestive and lyrical composition. |
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