Three invisible things

I.

Where the leaves are still
as air and water
grows in darkness -
my breath, (in)visible -

II.

Where my palms are brittle
cold as snow drops, i close my eyes -
there's an invisible layer
the ink traces 
& runs
where my words could not-


III.

Where my clothes are plain
my hair tied in bun
i am a bird with lightning feathers
i am the song, you can't catch




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Theme is Invisible, hosted by Merril D. Smith
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Invisible

Am I the diminished tree in distance
Shaken by wind blows, bent in waning light
Empty of nests, gnarled in mute existence

Am I the fallen leaf in snow-bleached night
Solitary figure, cut out of frame
Abandoned by time, dying out of sight

Am I the buried book,  dame with lame name
To bellow brave exploits & loves, so lyrical
Stirring up grey eyes, a chanteuse proclaims 

No, I refuse to be the invisible
Or silenced by brighter light, louder voice
I'm not just a chorus or syllable

My life is tapestry of songs, by choice
Woven of seasons & storms, growing rose

Grace@Winter

Poetry form:  Terza Rima where the sonnet is divided into 4 tercets and a couplet with the following rhyme scheme: ABA BCB CDC DED EE.

The title came from a conversation with a group of friends, having post Christmas dinner last Saturday night.  We were all comparing our Christmas holidays and getting updates  about how our children were doing.   During his family gathering, my friend statement was, "Have I become invisible?   I don't like it."


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.   Also my entry for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry form, Sonnet.   If you have any inputs on improving my sonnet, please let me know in your comments below.  Thanks for your visit.