If a name is a sign,
scrawled by the universe
at the end of a message,
seven letters
and nothing more,
sent by the universe
in the end of a note —
when you stopped searching,
when you quit looking
for a word which
meant something more
than what was said,
enunciated in your
closed mouth the way
miracles were foretold or
how the pious prayed
for evidence of a future
deed, an image blazed
onto a veil
as premonition,
a handmaid beheld —
If a name is a sign
of calamity kept secret,
of other destinies which
recede like stars’ light
into the past
For We Write Poem’s Prompt #98, Signs.
mabel lee 
This is hypnotic and shows a clear mastery of how poetry approaches the universe, in a way, and leaves a trail, like a name.
Thanks for the thoughtful comment, Irene!
how the pious prayed
for evidence of a future
deed, an image blazed
onto a veil
as premonition,
Lovely!
for a word which
meant something more
than what was said,
enunciated in your
closed mouth the way
miracles were foretold
I really enjoyed these greatly! Such a well put together piece, Mabel Lee, love where your mind took this!
I think that the opening and closing of this poem give you a really great structure to work within and also a haunting refrain which encapsulates your theme ~ skillful writing!
Thank you, Claire. I appreciate it.
love, love, loved your performance last night – there was some line about measuring distance by the trails of rain? can’t find it on here, wrote it down on some slip of paper that i’ve inevitably misplaced.
amazing reading, looking forward to the next!
Thanks so much Janel! I believe the line you’re looking for is: “The harder it rains,/ the more you learn about distance.” I also admired your performance and hope to see you at the next reading. By the way, those are excellent food photos on your blog — made me drool!
that’s it that’s it!! gonna keep that one stashed away til the next time i travel by train through inclement weather.
glad you dig the food photography!