Poems by Linda B. Scanlan

 
Poems by Linda B. Scanlan
 
 
The In Between Of The In Between
 
from nothing but burnt aspects of wishes
love was coaxed to grow
 
born of ash and whispers
wishes said aloud to no one in particular
 
you were a phantasm I could not grab
invented by an imagination gone slightly mad
 
desire makes the heart a foolish thing
as my dear you know
 
autumn days are empty
the final hope dashed
light in short supply
moments drag on and on from seconds strung together
 
lost in a kind of limbic state
hanging on to every strange moment
you came and went
were never really there
only caught briefly in a spider’s web
in the in between……
 
 
The Excruciating Piercing Silence of the Yawn
 
And just like that she was gone
Was that a yawn
 
Or should I say she’s not here
Where he once was
 
Not today
Not yesterday
Tomorrow would be the same
 
She left with her dignity intact
taking the via negativa
she simply decided to not show up
 
***
 
Is a blank space empty
Or is it filled to the brim with nothing
She thinks how it might have been
It was worn fabric raggedy and hard
 
It ripped
It was unsupple
 
She’s gone
Tired of the silence of waiting
Finally acknowledged theirs were incompatible sensibilities
 
No big speeches about this or that
Not a word spoken
None written
As though she became mute and illiterate
 
She missed him
Yet
She yawned ……………..
 

 

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