Discordant beat
musical disharmony
shrill ringing
symphonic cacophony
dagger-sharp voice .
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I dream a trip to jurassic
where a light wind
is blowing like euphoriant .
Carnivorous flowers
open wide scarlet mouths
gobbling up distracted dragon fliers.
Majestic creatures drink
from a peaceful lake
with no one to preach the gospel.
Let me escape into an age
of stone and heather
where humanity has not yet awaken
from its slumber
where love and war didn't fight
for hearth and birth,
No soul foraging the message .
Let me imagine a dimension
for autistic poets ,
bent over the dark and bright
chessboard of duality ...
beheading black king
outraging white queen ...
I hope for the great silence
of a wandering comet
to whom I will entrust my final testament.
These jackhammers birds
burn my head with their great airs...
I need a gun to kill that racket .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A powerful statement, this poem speaks of strong feelings. Very strongly written.
Noise (Voices in particular ) Can be very painful for me .
Something like a cry of the soul, striving for silence, peace and harmony in contrast to the chaos and noise of modernity. A strong and imaginative poem with a pronounced poetic sensibility.
What's the color of the silence ?
Excellent write
Thank you tony !
You're welcome
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