Hush, hold your breath
Don’t move, I can feel you
The heart waits
The mind waits
Delirious, cacophonous noise awaits movement
Dissonant chords, twanging vibrato
Delicious, drumming and humming to
Invisible, silent beats
Don’t speak, she said
Don’t make a sound, she pled
A limb quakes
Don’t breath, she said
Her exhale rocks the sea
but all she said was
Isn’t that fantastic? The poem is entitled “A Voice” and it’s by Kathy Shattuck who is in my critique group. I don’t feel comfortable critiquing poetry, because poetry to me is like art – I read it for the emotional impact I feel (or don’t).
I’d like to tell you what it makes me feel, and see: Most of the poem is waiting quietly, as if a curtain is about to go up, when people shush each other good-naturedly in excitement and anticipation. The a woman steps forward, suddenly finding her strength and voice, her breath rocking the sea with the power of this simple demand: Hear me.
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