My encasement has shattered.
The ice shower sprinkle
doesn’t register at first,
merely tickling my eardrums with fairy sparkle.
But then millions of shards dagger the ground
exploding, pounding the back of my eyeballs
as the pressure wave roils and rolls towards me –
My protective, self-mandated tomb is shattered
and my soul bleeds, splattering the earth
as fat raindrops in the tail-end of a summer storm.
I have been breached.
A deceptively tough write this week on dVerse Poetics, hosted by Walt… what does love sound like? It can be any kind of love, but the sound? Wow! I’m in reflective mood (so often the case!), and am thinking about my dad, as time continues to pass and I see him in a different light.
This is a little informed by the tidal wave of feelings that washed over me during his short illness and funeral, and the immediate aftermath. I can write differently now. I can confess to the depths of my feelings, without bitterness. It’s a release.
Please do head on over to dVerse to read other entries – there is bound to be a cacophony!