From the archives – El Corazon — Julia Klatt Singer

El Corazon

I will not talk about silence
how in the absence of sound
hollows are formed, small graves
to bury each thought,
every desire.

I will not talk about the moon
how she curls up in the night sky
tugs at the oceans within me,
spills light upon dark avenues.

I will not talk about love, how
it is as clear & fragile
as a dragonfly’s wings, that when
it lands, it leaves its mark, dusty
with pollen.

Instead I will tell you
that it looks like it might snow,
and that when I smell smoke
I want to kiss your hands.

from Autumn Sky Poetry 19 — by Julia Klatt Singer

Painting by Julia Klatt Singer