Magical Poetry

Magical Poetry
Micheal Ace

Sunday, 2 October 2016

UNTITLED



.
These words are stretch marks
Drawn on the slate of her breast
They are the focused wrinkles
Patterned on grandmother's face
.
The blind needs them
Not because they don't have eyes
But because their faces are books
Read only by the siblings of sky
.
The deaf needs them
Not because they don't have ears
But because the words are men
Who keep leaves between their jaws
.
Stammerers also need them
Not because of their knotted tongues
But because this decades will pass
Before they read their first name
.
But what are these words?
They are sticks for the blind
They are symbols for the deaf
And patience for the stammerers
.
They are sanity of my mad letters
Dancing naked in streets of your eyes
They are darkness from this place
This place you all call night.

©Micheal Ace





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