the bones of poetry

by Dave

a mystic spider
Creeps
across a
page
and weaves
silver and gold

a tongue
Licks
sacred lips
and truth spills
in waterfalls
of ice cool
metaphor

an eye
Blinks
aperture captures
rainbows in reverse,
verse
in hues
from onyx black
to cerulean blue

a voice
Speaks
and silence
tells a story
hidden
in the blank
spaces
of beautiful brevity,

she is
the bones
of
Poetry.

-dave kavanagh

 

8 Comments to “the bones of poetry”

  1. Beautiful! You always amaze me.

  2. Reblogged this on A Life In Transition and commented:
    This is the second time I’ve reblogged a piece by Dave Kavanagh of Poet’s Corner. His poetry voice has a beautiful classical tone, and will amaze you with his dark themes. So, if you haven’t read his work yet, go to Poet’s Corner now.

  3. I love this! I imagined someone speaking this poem during a poetry slam! Keep up the good work!

  4. Wonderful imagery sparked here Dave. You got skills!

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