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Appreciation of Silence

Three years without water
the cactus points its finger of salvation
signalling to alcoholics
rudely honest like a child
bathing in the appreciation
of its own prickly silence.
�
I hope I finish this
so that I may know why it is I write
but words are not the answer for everything
flying squirrels
scrambling to stay at the top of the tree
offer so much more
than unshackled thoughts ever will.
�
And for now
I am freed
primed as salt laden air
or cold spray in the face,
astounding the oceans of aliveness
that dwell uncorked in this desert.
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Written by Abracadabra

Published 3rd Dec 2009 | Edited 12th Mar 2016

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Anonymous

14th Jan 2010 3:09pm

'astounding the oceans of aliveness
that dwell uncorked in this desert'

This poem does tickle a nerve.

Thanks Abra..

PS - The problem isn't the drink, its me..