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Judith A. Brice: No Moon Shadows

I can’t find your God

in the graves of my pain,

no moon shadows to pluck

from evensong

nor steel stillness

in silhouettes

of these sneaky weeks to come.

I can only feel

one long restive scream,

too many creaking fissures

in bones once rent

and no peace

or silence in my home.


Copyright 2017 Judith A. Brice



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This entry was posted on April 1, 2017 by in Health and Nutrition, Poetry and tagged , .

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