(Part Pantoum, Part Cento, and Part My Own Words) (Navdeep Babbar, Sylvia Plath, e.e. cummings, Carol H. Jewell, Barbara L. Ungar, Czeslaw Milosz) I carry your heart with me when all around me is void, when you hear a silent killing sound, perfectly voiceless. When all around is void, and no one knows me like you have, The streets are quiet, perfectly voiceless, I search constantly for my old friend, connection. No one knows me like you do. No one knows where I linger. I search constantly for my savior, connection and, as Milosz claims, “Language is the only homeland.” No one knows where I go and linger. The little me, finally recognized, included. Language is the only homeland. So, I scatter my words into the Universe, toward you. The little me, finally recognized, included, when you hear a silent killing sound. I scatter my words toward you, I carry your heart with me.
Carol H. Jewell is a retired librarian, and published poet. Her first chapbook, Hits and Missives was published by Clare Songbirds Publishing House (Auburn, New York) in 2017. Additionally, she has several poems in a number of anthologies, and has published in many online and print journals.
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