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A Moving Quiet
by Johanna MayInside a hurricane,
is the eye.
A calm
fenced by the churning chaos
of all we foolishly root
to these terrains
and claim as ours,
like the sky claim clouds
and squints back stars at us.
There is a moving quiet
inside a storm.
Heaven’s mouth shaped O
sucking the earth—
to stand inside
this magnificent kiss.
A lullaby before the dying.
A dying before the rage.
A rage that keeps
a quiet heart.
~whispering a name~
01/05/2013 Posted on 01/06/2013
Copyright © 2024 Johanna May
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/06/13 at 01:12 PM A very nice piece to post here on Pathetic. Welcome, I'd love to see more! |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 01/06/13 at 03:00 PM :::::::::::::::Sigh:::::::::::::::::
like the sky claim clouds/and squints back stars at us.
This will sustain me for another year, maybe more! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/31/17 at 03:55 PM Most captivating images in this beautiful poem to which I am totally endeared. |
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