Under Teal Veils
2021, Junior, Poetry & Spoken Word
Let us dive
down to the hushed lapping that cries
a deceiving cry of silence
a facade
for in Mother’s most reserved blue basket she carries
the composers
the songwriters
—of the symphonic sea.
it began with a blue eye.
swirling with wisdom, with a stillness serene
but retina to retina reflected its truth—pain.
their music echoes cries I wish
oh I wish
weaved a story of warmth and
not the drowned calls of their fading shadow
their ears, our eyes
you poke, poke, poke
each poke a note pierced—a note taken.
in your hands you hold
a needle encrusted with
nothing but blood,
blood—the crisp smell of death
watch now as crimson taints the teal waters.
tiptoe
tread carefully beneath currents and hear
the melodic descants
the rhythmic pulse
beat, beat
Let us whisper:
we,
as does Nature,
will abhor the long silence.
take away their bows and
an orchestra is no more.
it began with a blue eye
soon,
it will end with a blue tear.