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February 25, 2010 / myspork

Silence

You quiet my river, raging,

my thoughts still, an eddy,

a pool, cupped in your hands,

alongside my heart.

Your pressed palms,

fingers,

hold my thoughts like a sieve,

pouring to the earth with love.

Rising, through your roots,

through your limbs,

one silence, with you,

one heart.

© 2010, by Michelle Ferris

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  1. slpmartin / Feb 25 2010 7:16 pm

    A lovely poem…didn’t quite get the line “hold my thoughts like a sieve” seemed to be the opposite function of a sieve.

    • myspork / Feb 25 2010 7:52 pm

      Precisely. Love flows. ‘Tis the nature of the beast. ^_^

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