BROKEN SOUNDS

shadow424

upstairs,

the hemlock

of heavy steps

pauses with

a pinch of passion,

 

rose words,

cactus response

 

breaking dishes

litter the floor

like triangles

colliding,

 

and then,

silence

 

as night tempts

tragedy into

exhaustion

with the promise

of morning,

and nothing else

 

  • Author: shadow424 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 21st, 2021 07:17
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 35
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    a brilliant write! in my humble opinion
    wonderful imagery, and an intriguing journey within words that I can't help but translate through my rose tinted glasses for those elysian fields of timeless wisdom:
    'starting, with those last minutes of Socrates
    where it must have felt like - all of existence, paused
    passing-by that Greek wedding, dance of plates
    where Plato slept his final rest
    and eases us gently, to our now
    of romanticised tragedy, when we presume
    surely: this - is as broken, as we get...'
    (please forgive me for indulging in my own translation of your work, I mean no disrespect dear poet)



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