15 – Unheard

This silencing here

on the wild and wicked coast

the grief, the loss, the sorrow,

choked and suffocated

in manic whorls of wind and sand

not unlike the experience

of my family who

when spoken to

lift shovels of

finely ground resentment

into my mouth.

Poem ©2019, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month #15 and NaPoWriMo poem. IMAGE: Scream, Nuri Iyem. #NaPoWriMo. For more poetry by Jen Payne, purchase a copy of Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind! BUY THE BOOK TODAY!

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