Today, I’m sharing a new poem in my Friday poetry series. This one is still a work in progress. I’m sharing the bones (pun intended) with you. Have thoughts? Send feedback.

Silence #1

Our bones sing songs
heard only in silent cells,
the rooms where the times
cannot reach.
I have heard these songs
in the morning fog,
the mists drowning
the cloying praise of men.
I have heard these songs
in the midnight hours,
mine harmonizing with hers.

Collected, we are a symphony
muted by our louder affections.

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