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The Silence of Hummingbirds by KEVIN LeMASTER   The only sound is an audible whisper her heart held closely within tiny ribs the beaten wing produces waves of fresh sound pulsing low enough to be ignored left with the taste of silence on her tongue       Strum Silent and Low by KEVIN LeMASTER […]

Three Poems by Kevin LeMaster

by POETS' BASEMENT

The Silence of Hummingbirds

by KEVIN LeMASTER

 

The only sound

is an audible

whisper

her heart held

closely

within tiny ribs

the beaten wing

produces waves

of fresh

sound

pulsing low enough

to be

ignored

left with the taste

of silence

on her tongue

 

 

 

Strum Silent and Low

by KEVIN LeMASTER

 

He strums without hands,

without fingertiped voices

to tell him note after note.

 

He wears socks with no shoes,

plucks chords with words

strung low like melting sin.

 

My hands could never touch

the beauty of design,

the sound of deep desire,

 

when it moves to another

and takes up residence

in the hollow of acoustics.

 

Whispering Silence

by KEVIN LeMASTER

 

Touch the deaf part

of my mouth,

the part that

no longer listens,

but only hears

the breath of birds.

 

We say, “please”,

with no words,

our mouths wide

like the hungry embrace

when we first touched;

the gentle sweet smell

of winter’s thaw.

 

Kevin LeMaster is a poet who has been writing seriously for seven years.  He is mostly inspired by many modern poets including Rita Dove, Billy Collins, and Mark Doty, and is also inspired by the likes of Anne Sexton, Silvia Plath, and Charles Bukowski.  He enjoys coin collecting, raising his four children, hiking, fitness and making a home in Kentucky with his beautiful wife Nelda. He can be reached at poetryguy@windstream.net.

 

 

Editorial Note: (Please Read Closely Before Submitting)

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To submit to Poets Basement, send an e-mail to CounterPunch’s poetry editor, Marc Beaudin at counterpunchpoetry@gmail.com with your name, the titles being submitted, and your website url or e-mail address (if you’d like this to appear with your work).  Also indicate whether or not your poems have been previously published and where.  For translations, include poem in original language and documentation of granted reprint/translation rights.  Attach up to 5 poems and a short bio, written in 3rd person, as a single Word Document (.doc or .rtf attachments only; no .docx – use “Save As” to change docx files to “.doc”).  Expect a response within two months (occasionally longer during periods of heavy submissions).

Poems accepted for online publication will be considered for possible inclusion of an upcoming print anthology.

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