Mismatch
Circling thoughts true and imagined
comfortably sitting on the irrational
roping fear around feet and arms
without a spark
from lukewarm heart
to burn the stubble of lies
that gives body
to the wolf of inaction
stretching out mouth to a smiling pout
while the heart silently cries
and who will balm or answer its why:
words weren’t sent
tears left unanswered.
Lighter than smoke from a hidden fire
more like fragrance from ingested wine
mismatching the lying of the mouth
rising from a trembling heart
sadness wells up in the vacant eyes
and the tone of voice
that never lies.
First Place: Brian Strand-Any Form-2/8/19
First Place: Bob Carmack-Premiere II Open-2/8/19
Copyright © Frances Schiavina | Year Posted 2019
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