One Word Swallowed

Ah!… Ah!… What is Man?

The sad slick-sliver of the long quicksand,

The flash-burst crackle of the lightning, forking

Or two young daughters of the evening, talking.

 

Lord!… Lord!… What is pain?

The short sharp splinters of the mad March rain,

The last lost touch of any man’s need, needing

Or one word swallowed as the other word’s leaving.

 

Girl!… Girl!… What is love?

The daydream dreaming at the first faint flush,

The cool kiss sipping at the breath, fresh-tasting

Or black sheets buried in your bared limbs, waiting?

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[roarke]

I like this rhythm David, it moves and sweeps the reader to enjoin. All the stanza's here are fresh, provocative of pondering and that one word, leaves you hungry for more. A beaconing write.