HUSH

'Hug Me Please'  by  Trish

This afternoon, as I rested on my soft small bed,
I reflected, as streaks of sunlight, warmed my face,
brushed my sleepy eyelids, I pondered,
and then slowly slipped, fell, into deepest reverie.

Once it was my bones that fell into that nowhere hush,
stripped bare, left to become white as driven snow.
But, the tick of time, polished them,
to an ivory gleam, and the tock of  pure taste,
carved their bent shape into a fine filigree of art.

Next, it was my word that  fell into the nowhere silence,
and all I did, for a lifetime, was to click my tired tongue,
and listen to the bong, bong, bong toll, of its resonance,
listen to the nowhere silence.

Finally I opened my mouth, it echoed like an empty cave,
the echo was naked and solitary, stripped of colour,
rhythm and taste, for all, but the reverent toll of resonance,
that resounded from the click, click of my first silent word.

Trish   2013


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