CC Bloom Poet Free verse

The serrated knife of silence

cuts truer
than any sharper end
through any meat or heart
that lies on the cutting board
for cooking

nuvole bianche 
means white clouds 
in Italian

I also love the song
titled the same

I smell you on my pillow

Music and smell sometimes
coincide

My hair hangs tangled 

The gray, water-burdened sky
cannot clear itself either,
of whatever made it heavy

My life is in piano notes
thought of and never played

Nine days before Terry died
he told me to tilt the candle
so he could light it
'Dietro Casa' was playing
and he asked me what the song was

I cannot see the deer, 
light a candle, 
eat pasta primavera,
or enjoy a spring, a lake, a moment
without considering how much more
 color, texture, angle, flavor,
and all the other dimensions 
there could be

life would be worth naming 
with you in it

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