ITill Exhaled -“Inspired by Viola’s Anticipation”
The lingo of “hope” I spoke-
“Certainty” hope’s bonded fettered slave
Tongue rolled out sun
Cleaving clouds of doubts
I spoke hope; retrieval whence blasphemous-
A catharsis of uncertainty
I spoke of “you” in a monosyllable of “us”
I knew of tremors, tsunamis and jolts
But I said “us” alive, awake to
undoable [heady damage]
I inhaled you as I whispered……. “hope”
poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Ma
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