Word
what word was whispered into my ear
just before the last push
that sent me sliding into the world
did it’s shadow linger
within the amniotic fluid
in a resonant harmony
did the word spin its way
through the fine shining hairs
of the cochlea
becoming more sure
with each spiral
tighter and stronger
until it shouted
past the auditory nerve
and into my brain
what word is it that still whispers
deep within my being
singing along all the synapses
I know this word
but my tongue cannot
utter it
I know this word
deep within the beating of my heart
the push and release of my lungs
I cannot say it
it remains in me
it remains of me
perhaps it will sing
from my lips
when that last breath is exhaled
if it does, will you listen
Pamela Olson, 4/26/09
For One Single Impression’s prompt
“Word”
For Read Write Poem’s prompt,
“let’s get metaphysical”
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