Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Sound of Color By Jasen Sousa

Sound of Color


A
shadow
is cast
behind
your
aging ash.

Cobwebs
and
dust
are the only parts
left of you
to touch.

In my room
the shades
are shut
tight,
I can’t tell
whether it’s
day or night.
The body bag
is
zipped tight.

A
soul
has smothered,
assuring tears
would be shed by
your mother.

From what
you had
swallowed,


forever
ended tomorrow.

Outlines
of faded images
are
my only memories.
I remember it like it was yesterday,
standing in
the cemetery.

I remember
sliding into my suit
which was
solemnly stitched.
Traveling
down roads
of dried up blood
which lined
my wrists.

Putting on
my
sunglasses
wondering about
the strange way
time passes.
I tried to
listen to the
priest speak,
but became distracted
by mascara
streaking down every
woman’s cheek.
Watching them
carry you out of
the hearse,


standing in mud
which at some point
used to
be dirt.
Mortals,
spirits and lost souls
observed.
Eyes are closed,
vision
permanently
blurred.
As they lower you
into the ground,
over your casket
I held an umbrella.

On this day
I heard
the sound of color.




Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)

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