Vox Populi

Vox Populi: A Public Sphere for Politics and Poetry

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

.

hospital-bed-sheet2

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Information

This entry was posted on April 1, 2017 by in Health and Nutrition, Poetry and tagged , .
%d bloggers like this: