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Clearing heads
So tell me
on the lonely road
that nobody walks
the whispers of leaves
as they quietly scraped
the sum of their lives
onto the Tarmac
and waited for the shadow
of wayward footfalls
was that price of silence too much to bare?
was there solace along that path
or did the sound of rotting mulch
underfoot
become just another echo?
on the lonely road
that nobody walks
the whispers of leaves
as they quietly scraped
the sum of their lives
onto the Tarmac
and waited for the shadow
of wayward footfalls
was that price of silence too much to bare?
was there solace along that path
or did the sound of rotting mulch
underfoot
become just another echo?
Published 10th Jun 2015
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11th Jun 2015 10:42pm
Much like the philosophical question of if there is no one in the forest to hear a tree fall, does it make any sound at all? I'd say yes. A thought provoking piece you have here. I often feel like the metaphor.
13th Jun 2015 6:34am
Yes. And yes. Yes to the weight. Yes to the pressure. Yes to the blood pushed from veins as waist bends, as knees weep, as foot prints grow beneath a body too too too small. Yes to the pockets empty of words, yes to the eyes slipping with hurt.
And yes to the sound the sound the sound of the end, of depart, of shadowless moments wreathed in the dark. Yes to the hunger, yes to the wage, yes to shallow fingers bent into a stone. Yes to the pavement that gives and gives until dawn is dusk and horizon is just another reminder that breath hushes if its kept close to the heart.
Inspirational DM. Heavy questions there.
And yes to the sound the sound the sound of the end, of depart, of shadowless moments wreathed in the dark. Yes to the hunger, yes to the wage, yes to shallow fingers bent into a stone. Yes to the pavement that gives and gives until dawn is dusk and horizon is just another reminder that breath hushes if its kept close to the heart.
Inspirational DM. Heavy questions there.
the way you make things clear to a reader, its like clearly obscure or obscurely clear..engaging a reader to do homework from ur juxtapositions. This in all short piece is good. really good.
as you pose questions ryt fron the start, only to be adding some more, it closes open-endedness n takes one through options you direct.
the solace questioned clearly says its 'nil' presence, n the sound of rotten mulch is now so apocalyptically amplified, that even its echo would consume all, why not silence n solace n stillness.
reminds me of Pessoa's, " Book of Disquiet", this poem...the chaos widespread at any given dimension
Sorry der for talking too much, but yes..agree to the poetic ladies above, philosophical n heavy.
as you pose questions ryt fron the start, only to be adding some more, it closes open-endedness n takes one through options you direct.
the solace questioned clearly says its 'nil' presence, n the sound of rotten mulch is now so apocalyptically amplified, that even its echo would consume all, why not silence n solace n stillness.
reminds me of Pessoa's, " Book of Disquiet", this poem...the chaos widespread at any given dimension
Sorry der for talking too much, but yes..agree to the poetic ladies above, philosophical n heavy.
