(unto Raskolnikov, Rilke or Yushchenko and the Berlin Wall of Silence) //Nov. 15, 2010
by: Shirley M. Monreal
{under the nom de plume ‘Miranda Irina Semyonovna"
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In the midst of shadows, sometimes
Oblivion–it appears
nonetheless inviting to me as I muse
On your uncertainties
And words unarticulated
Expostulated merely
by a rapture of a gaze
Then:–
Ruptured by a benevolent coldness
Whenever this soul
[My soul]
Seeks the comfort of even a word:
[ "That you..." ]
Ah, a benevolent coldness!
How kind.
Altogether though a pastiche
of yesteryears, two years, a year.
[Yes you have talked. "That you..."]
Comprising all unsaid
Whilst you had mimed with sentences–
those yesteryears, two years, a year;
Thoughts.
But now witholding–
As this soul
[My soul]
Tramples itself, then pines with hushed pain
Anticipating
Halted waiting.
(Respondez)
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