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Pellucid
by Jim BenzHe puts his ear to the blank page and listens for a voice
Nothing is heard or even hinted at
He peels the page, skin by skin, as one would peel the skin of an onion
Not realizing that the voice is merely silent
As if in contemplation
And it never occurs to him to engage the silence
To touch each skin as if it were a revelation
An inexpressible hymn to beauty
That would bring tears to his eyes if he could only hear it 01/16/2008 Posted on 01/16/2008
Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/16/08 at 06:33 PM As in 'no-brainer'? ...and a couple of surprises (for me) in this sadly amusing scenario.
Memorable - anything more is merely compliment :> |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/16/08 at 09:22 PM The use of onion as the skins is brilliant as you approach that last line where the tears could happen, if only.. Even that clever title makes me think of "peels". This is spoken in such a calm voice, almost a free-will kind of feel, a road not taken. I like. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 01/16/08 at 10:19 PM This evokes layers of contemplation...nicely done! MFS |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 01/18/08 at 05:28 AM Aptly titled. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 06/30/10 at 10:05 PM it's the simple things that trip us up, sometimes =) |
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