Wednesday, January 20, 2010

unspoken

Place your fingers here

in the hollow of my throat.

Do you feel the rumble

low and deep?

Hold still,

a moment more.

Can you sense it swelling,

gaining strength and clarity

as it struggles toward the surface?

Soon or late,

it will be born.

You cannot say

you were never warned.


2 comments:

Mumsy said...

I just love the RAW expression on this poem! It's just wonderfully expressed!

matt at shadow of iris said...

Potent and mysterious.