Stillness in Tension

[Aviana]

Blood flows into the rivers,
Into tree roots, into flowers
That bloom and speak
Into our deafness.

Unheard melodies
Of souls sting,
Harmonious voices,
Of the dying, sing
A song into the wind that reeks
Of never ending dusk.
Somewhere.
Far away.
Somewhere within, we fear
The truth, yet
We choose to bind ourselves to the
Stillness in tension.

[Susan Katz]

I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to respond to your very evocative and well written poem.  I have been in hospital and away from my computer, so this is the first I am seeing of your submission.

Your poem is tight, well-composed and offers us a very strong sense of the “tension” you speak of.  Good job.  And, thank you so very much for sharing it with me,  Susan

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