Sunday, March 25, 2018

Presence and Absence


Presence and Absence 

In the empty sky 
are the power of those eyes. 
In static sound, 
white noise 
from an empty radio, 
is the texture of the voice. 
In fog 
is the exhumed breath 
of you 
nourishing my skin. 
-Robert L. Jackson III


15 comments:

  1. There is so much depth and feeling in those eyes!

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  2. Oh my what a sigh I breathed after reading this....beautiful!

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  3. a very apt title.

    those blossoms sure look like eyes. :)

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  4. The exhumed breath... that's so vivid.

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  5. This reverberates and ends with a sweet hush.

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  6. Incredible imagery that speaks to the title of the piece, so powerfully.

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  7. I love how we can take people with us, especially when we have touched their souls and let them touch ours.

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  8. The feeling of presence in absence... nicely done!!

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  9. Nothing better than the warm memoraies of one gone too soon. Beautiful.

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  10. That "exhumed breath" reads as if it was ripped out of lung that had to fight to get to that bit of air. A tad eerie... and immediate... I like it.

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