Smoky Blue Literary and Arts Magazine #12

Alone Not silence -- but the hissing sound of no one.

A creaking house wheeling you around a catch of breath fear of seeking the sound.

Noises not heard when someone is near -a drip of water from the faucet a refrigerator’s lips meeting in a kiss the insistent whirl of a clock's second hand.

The dull hollow voice of empty rooms and closing doors. At night a whimpering bed’s whispering sheets the sigh of a pillow -the click of a lamp bringing down the dark and the echoing beat of a singular heart.

Rose Marie Eash Rose Marie Eash is a recently retired Texas public relations professional whose poetry has been published in Canyon Voices, di-VERSE-ity, and Voices Along the River.