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Author Name: TrialAnn 8 Comments
Date Added: May 01, 2008 16:05:14 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Talks in Silence

Empty rooms echo nothing—

peace it would be, were a heart not tremulous

beating the drums of unwanted silence

wait, wait, wait.


And there’s a chasm there—

bridged once, then fallen from disrepair,

leading the stolid to their deaths in the dark,

falling, falling, falling.


Shored up from sheer collapse,

beauty hangs loosely from the crumbling wall,

singing tiny lullaby chants,

tadum, tadum, tadum.


Sun waltzes amidst the silent storm,

glimpsing, blinking between the shadow and breeze,

patience but a timeless cement

tick, tock, tick, tock.


And the seasons pass, generous captor—

another day of silent traipse,

promising always to move in cycle,

talk, talk, talk.



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Comment By: FreeHanane on July 22, 2009 02:15:02 PM Report
What an aching poem, but that's the best style of mine. I like I like; it will go to my faves immediately.


Well Done dear Ann

Comment By: Freenoah count on June 6, 2008 06:39:29 AM Report
i like, i like, i like
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on May 27, 2008 11:08:51 PM Report
You really are a gifted wordsmith, Ann...Just lovely stuff...len
Comment By: FreeA.P. on May 3, 2008 10:36:11 PM Report
there is a definite cyclical feel to this piece in the reverberating words and reference to the changing of seasons. to me that is an idea of hope, felt in the sun, despite the echoes and the chasms...
i loved it, wonderfully written.

Comment By: FreeCeeCee on May 2, 2008 09:49:55 PM Report wonderful to see a post from you today and your magical way of putting a message together with a melody of beautiful sounds of language. 





Comment By: Freenoah count on May 2, 2008 01:21:41 AM Report
Strangely, or not so, I feel the rage.  As always, so very well done.  noah 
Comment By: FreeSteve on May 1, 2008 09:14:28 PM Report
Very compelling poem.  I like what you did with the last lines of each stanza.
Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on May 1, 2008 07:16:20 PM Report
A powerful set of images of lonleiness Ann - I think that in the end we are all alone and stuck in the unending  cycle of  the World. You seem to have succumbed to the generous captor - is that what you mean? A longing for the cycle tocome to and end at last?


Warm Wishes




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