Poetry Porch: Poetry


Hidden in Words
by Barbara Siegel Carlson

What does the river whose silence enters your words mean? What does it mean to the leaves steeped in the darkness of souls? This is your ache, how the water rubs over stones and carries the ragged cries of the crows with a hush. Something in the current that abides. Itís what we canít ever say that enters the river with all that breathes, with all the losses and mercies, past every death.

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