Throwback Thursday — “Words” by Christine Janak

finelineshandThis post first ran on April 2, 2011.  National Poetry Month is an important thing on the calendar every year.

* * *

Welcome to National Poetry Month! Enjoy poems from Fine Lines and feel free to write and share your own!


by Christine Janak

A violent hurricane of words
Shook the house.

They seeped through the cracks in the ceiling
And crawled under the doors.

They slithered up the staircase
And bled through the walls.

Thousands of fire-red ants
Seared pinholes into my flesh.

Words were thrown
Like crumpled tissues into a waste-bin.

I sat on my bedroom floor
With my knees crushed against my chest
As truth gobbled me up like a Sunday feast.

Today a Poem and a little Celebration

champagne and bookToday for Monday’s with Martin, we bring you a poem by David Martin, in honor of April being National Poetry Month, plus a little champagne in honor of our new Fine Lines Website!



 Your absence

pulls my skin from its flesh

and reveals empty places

packed with feeling.

Traces of your presence

linger over wine glasses,

opened books, and a rumpled pillow.

The echoes of your voice

make music to my jangled nerves.

The soft breeze I felt

was a ripple of your breath

gently caressing my face.



David Martin © 1996