Wait… Listen in Silence Waiting
so we might see
what his clenched fingers cry
through flared nostrils… pain-tinted eyes
whispering with shoulder-shrugs… her bowed head
daring hope with a hopeless glance.
The line above is a nice example of rhetorical repetition, which seeing as I read Renaissance literature at university, is rather pleasing to me
Patient—we must sit… still
to feel what’s been
weighting.
Weighting on what? The sentence feels incomplete, though it could be part of the effect. Listen
for heaven’s sake—
it’s more than taking data
that is sent through our FAX machine;
Why did you capitalise fax? though we’ll also transfer, process, translate,
runes shrouded in sinew and veins
will pour forth, bristling
There are only 5 syllables in this line. 'Bristling' is one only two syllables when read aloud by me. Consider revision. when we truly
listen.
Not sure I like the runes image, it seems a bit too archaic and mystical following the image of a fax machine, and it jars a bit. A more ambiguous image like 'signs' or 'codes' or 'signals' would be better. Silent
eyes can breathe hope
through tight-shuttered windows
shattered from storms still a memory,
Depending on how you say it, this line has 9 syllables. duct taped over with bloody-gauze curtains,
Interesting image, why curtains? I'm guessing it's because curtains shield the public world from the private, and that the emotional violence in the relationship is starting to show through? shedding Light when the power’s off,
warmth in a brick-cold hearth,
I love the domestic images here. Love that won’t stay
silent.
© MLee Dickens'son 04 Jan 2007