metallic thread
her soul's fabric is weaving itself with
mine,
frayed ends unravel,
the strength is at its taught, solid center;
i love the metallic thread.
once, i dropped my past life
in holy water
once, i hoped it would absorb the years
of loneliness.
once, she hid her love away in a drawer
like a paperclip
that no longer held torn paper
that no longer held torn paper
once, she wrote poetic words
she fled to the margins,
her emotions had no choice.
she touches me now like liquid water
drops
filling oak wood barrel empty,
thirsty for the breath of moisture.
her voice is in my vocal chords like
polished silver,
i hear the future.
once, i borrowed a pencil and she a
cupcake wrapper
so that we could write
our first poem; it was like a
magnificent
lullaby,
sent us into a cleansing sleep.
we breathe the stream of poetic feelings,
dancing to the
rhythm of our souls; goes
far deeper than words;
whispers the metallic
thread.
Lance Sheridan is an author and published poet. His work has been called
"stunning"; "such depth, an amazing imagination." He has been interviewed by a
Salisbury University Journalism major. His writing partner Barbara Sutton is a
published poet. What others have said about their writing, "you send the reader
on a journey through his own soul"; "symbolically thought provoking" and, "the
imagery is amazing."
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