"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Gold Standard

I placed fresh cut flowers
on the table, tea and death
shouldn’t share the same tablecloth.

You sit there as stiff as an obituary.

If the cat has your tongue,
then pick up a pen.
I’m tired of trying to estimate
the gold standard for silence.


©Susie Clevenger 2016

Day 27 #NaPoWriMo 2016


8 comments :

Rommy said...

Tightly written, perfect for highlighting the long contained anger of the protagonist who is pretty much done with keeping quiet.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

tea and death shouldn’t share the same tablecloth.. that's so powerful!

angieinspired said...

Fabulous. Not sharing the same cloth. I've always liked the phrase, "Cut out of the same cloth."

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Wow! You always 'go for the jugular' (as Natalie Goldberg advises) and it's always wonderful.

Outlawyer said...

Ah. Intense and distilled! Thanks. k .

brudberg said...

Truly wonderful and cutting.. I see the scene, and feel the emotion underneath,

Gemma Wiseman said...

A neat package of dynamite.

Hannah said...

This packs a punch...love that obituary line that stands alone. Well done!

© Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess , AllRightsReserved.

Designed by ScreenWritersArena