Two Poems
“The Visitation” by Barbara Kingsolver
“Until We Could” by Richard Blanco
A Poem:
No Words
by ljkemp
Word are not his tools
they are mine.
He speaks with his hands
a gesture, soft and intimate
or quiet and withheld.
He speaks with his eyes
a playful wink, a soulful stare
or a look away.
Our years have taught me
reserve, quiet. Sometimes
no words say one word
satisfaction
frustration
peace
ecstasy
Love
Our eyes become voices
speaking without speaking.
Italics: Opening line is from the Kingsolver poem; last line is from the Blanco poem.
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