Between The Lines

read between the lines

I whispered with no voice

because that is where truth tiptoes

whistling past the graveyard

of excuse and explanation

holding itself close as a baby

taken to breast

the thought just after

the prayer has ended

the wish too fragile

to make over the candle flames

the sound in the room

after a death

One thought on “Between The Lines

  1. Jae Rose

    So much of the story is found between the lines. The images you have created are quietly bold – and aching. The fragility so very real and clear..very good to read your wonderful work again. I hope you are well

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