JoelJosol Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 ---- revised ---- I see the light from firecrackers dim, as if poured into hidden spaces. The sky is a blank wall. Not one star blinks or glows, Like a poem whose thoughts are unexpressed, halted past the end of line. I hear the horns fading, isolating the echo of a breath. The air does not waver like you do, words stalling in their place. In the powder-filled air, my words were clobbered by the mist. ---- original ---- I see the dimming light of firecrackers filling up pockets of black spaces. The sky is a blank wall, like thoughts unexpressed past the end of line. I hear the sound of horns fading, isolating the echo of breaths in the ears. The air does not waver like your hesitation, words stalling in their place. In the light rain, my words remain hidden in the mist. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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