The deafening sound
Of silence
Vibrates about
The room
The memories hang
Like picture frames
Through curtain
Creeping moon.
Past voices echo
In patterned thought
Like layered paper
Words Ive bought
Upon a bookshelf
Webbed and dust
Love and hate
Now to thrust.
Time it seems
Second hand
Reused in passion
Without glory stands
Footsteps taken
Back and forth
Upon each board
Within each thought.
The hourglass
With eyes to taunt
Each grain to fall
Each moment haunt
With memories
Some deep regrets
In silence
Secrets kept.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
The short lines give this a rocking hypnotic feel and it sends its message of silence silently. Nicely done
appreciated, thanks
You are most welcome
I think this is beautiful! Could you just explain line 16? I'm not sure what it means. Otherwise I absolutely love it.
line 16 is love and hate thrusting into thought, good and bad thoughts, thanking you for comment and much appreciated
line 16 is love and hate thrusting into thought, good and bad thoughts, thanking you for comment and much appreciated
Oh okay! Thanks for letting me know
thanking you, much appreciated
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