delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

that mouse you sent me
three mornings ago
was completely
dead
...

alright....
I'm here...you
are not here...
for me
...

you
may have
found
reached for
...

some of those herrings were red
others were chartreuse, some bleu
the ones raised my spleen
shades of emerald green
...

a
not measured not
a measure
of
...

yestreous,
trined, to a fault
kept
all
...

in
knowing that others have been penalized and vilified for being themselves/speaking honestly...
no comfort/none/only
a searing empathy
...

his name was not 'a dog'
I do not know what his name was in his language
he accepted the name I gave him in my language
and knew mine in both as well
...

a saying, 'no bigger than a minute'

staying, in this incarnation, not much more than a minute...
...

Apologies....
the ones having to do with not meeting the standard of silence...
of being herself, adulterated only with joy
on everyone's
...