No Thief Is She, Though – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day One

she is gone from sight,

thin as air, never been here.

Fluid as a thought, a dream,

momentary, distant.

She dances, but with whom,

and for how long?

She is stiff as glass.

sinuous, sensuous.

Difficult to read. She has

a story to tell;              lips

that utter no words. Nostrils

that sought no oxygen.

She is deaf, a daughter

of the wind, hears all. The

border to our land. Though

she is of the green and the blue,

wouldn’t be seen dead in pink,

and yet she is pink thru & thru.

She is a moulded figurine, tiny

and trusting, whom I trowelled

but inches into your grave and

our sons’. Glassy fingers

reaching out for theirs’.

She will steal your hearts.

Benita H. Kape © 2.4.2015


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