the Secrets of Poetry…

One of the things I deal with in my writing are secrets; those kept by family, others, and those kept by me.  Poetry is a way I file them away for later days.  My brother used to read my diary and thus, knew my secrets so I started using codes, the best of which is the language of poetry.  Now, after all these years of writing, I no longer use it to always conceal but also to reveal.  Poetry:  snippets of moments or events captured in verse…

  

My Brother’s Eyes

my brother’s eyes pierce

shallow graves

to view the bones

set in awakenings and armor

dress right dress

till the cover is sure

secrets double time between memories

lay out half naked on the asphalt

soaking up the tar

hair black black now

skin black blue now

scrapped and pus-ing over

my brother’s eyes pierce but i cannot tell

the price i paid for his life…

 

4 Comments

  • By Nancy Beverly, September 24, 2012 @ 12:53 pm

    Wow, wow, wow…

  • By Robin Byrd, September 24, 2012 @ 1:19 pm

    Thank you, Nancy.

  • By Laura S, September 24, 2012 @ 8:25 pm

    Loved these two posts, Robin.

  • By Robin Byrd, September 26, 2012 @ 3:13 pm

    Thanks, Laura.

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