thin blue whispers at your bedpost
just let go of your expectations
I’ll write whispers of poetry
In the margins of empty pages
Words framing lines stacking together like towers
My poetry is collapsible
Meaning
Your words can bring me to piece
Shrapnel rhymes rip off corners of pages
Marginal whispers flitter in the wind like scattered ashy secrets
Words like
“Let it”
Words like
“Go anywhere”
My notebooks never fill
Severed attachment only a few pages in
Always moving to the next thing in case the winds blow me back a page
Thin blue lines sandwiched between G and O propel me forward
Onto the next thing
“Anywhere”
Maybe even not here
Because here could mean anything but I know what I want
To be both visible yet unseen
To be heard yet barely a sound
How do you take up space without taking up space?
Am I oxygen?
There yet you are consciously unaware
Imagine I was gone
Could you breathe?
Use filled-in thin blue lines
Ink pouring through your veins
Yet
Imagine my words ceased to fire
Would you listen harder next time
Whistle at the aurora borealis and beg for them to gobble you whole
Empty your soul as if it was nothing
Just so you could begin again
A more patient and innocent child
Awaiting another bedtime story to fill your pages full
My story
Whispers in the margins of the bed frame
Bringing you pieces of slumber in the shape of ashy secrets
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Oneg In The Arctic
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Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
By Dana Crandell3 days ago in Writers
Comments (5)
This is beautifully written. So much emotion, inspiration gained and lost, self-doubt and self-worth. Pretty much all that makes us human. I'm glad your words collapsed onto my page. Well done.
This comes from a deep part of your soul. So much being said yet not said. Here is hoping this introspection ended really well. Blessings.
Brilliant!!! Love this!!!💕❤️❤️
There is so much going on in this. personal growth, bewilderment, wonder. Hope.
Gorgeous almost like a day association of reality and fantasy, a dissociation in the heart and mind