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when the light doesn't speak
by Ava BluI read in the dark
living someone else's life;
this is how best to read
to embrace the poet as your own
see them standing on stage,
reciting their work
with you the only audience
you the spotlight
watch them dance
watch their hands move
with the words they speak
you can see this best when you read in the dark,
out loud, changing your voice to mimic theirs
and your fingers look old, wrinkled
and worn out from turning the pages
and your skin is luminous from the absorption
poetry
it was meant to be an alarm,
a soft cry
or a lover's scream
it is alive even when you're dead
and the poets,
they know you're watching,
breathing in their souls;
they are not harmed,
they are not jealous
they are accommodating
but the dark can be too harsh
for even the meek.
04/10/2009 Author's Note: it's the dark that picks up the conversation
Posted on 04/11/2009
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/11/09 at 01:32 AM It's pretty good stuff when a piece of writing can make a fascinating point and be absolutely brilliant in its imagery and tone at the same time. This has all the emotional punch of a really good confessional punch, but it's also got some strange visuals going for it that still tie into the whole thing quite nicely. This is awesome, striking work. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/11/09 at 01:36 AM *of a really good confessional poem.
Gahhhh... |
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