Poetry by Jeff Green


Her voice

by cricketjeff on May 28, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

She holds her pencil sideways and writes upwards from the page.
She sees her life in sounds she cannot hear.
Her words paint on the canvas like a play she wants to stage
From far away her voice sounds very near.
The music of emotion forms the soundtrack to her art,
The history she paints is far from mine.
She makes me see the motion in a house that stands apart
And then she shows me how the dark can shine.
The colours of her writing are the flavours of a meal
Formed from foods I haven’t tasted, never known.
I cannot understand it, but for me each word is real,
And I never read her poetry alone.