Still Life Poem by Deborah Cox

Still Life

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Salt has turned to sand

and shelled out silences

nerve the synapses

to falsify a strand

of taste


when taste itself is bland

and every breath expands

the space of a life unplanned

that shared with us

the steady pulse,


was wasted, and...

Sunday, March 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: loss
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