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The Sound Incomplete
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Hambre del Alma
I remember what it was like to
lose everything
The quick closing of an eyelid
groping blindly for what slipped away
The heart shuddered in its house
the sound incomplete
echoing
like a thousand blackbirds taking
flight from an empty field
That was when I knew...
emptiness had a sound after all
It had a taste, a flavor, its own music
I wrote the music until my
wrists burned
Until they creaked like kitchen chairs
Until they buckled like a weak leg
under a weight so large
that now
I am only the subtle dust of what was
Yes, the heart shuddered
in its own little house
yet it did not end
For I think,
not even a Phoenix may
rise
without it’s mountain of ashes.
I do enjoy the end, and it
I do enjoy the end, and it resonates with my problem w apathy, first it was a coping mechanism And then it was all I knew how to do. Sometimes you get tired of feeling. love your write as always XX
Let your teeth show
oh, I get so very tired from
oh, I get so very tired from feeling. It’s what we do though, especially the deep thinking, wise, poetic souls. Sometimes I choose to flip the “off” switch and opt for becoming numb and void of all emotion. That can never last long for me though... I am such an open and raw person. Thank you for reading my poem! I always enjoy hearing from you. Cute pup by the way :).
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
Love to hear from ya, and ty!
Love to hear from ya, and ty! He was the sweetest old guy.
Let your teeth show
the sad side of life happy
the sad side of life
happy thanksgiving
ron parrish
Happy Thanksgiving to you as
Happy Thanksgiving to you as well!! Thank you!
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
you`re welcome
you`re welcome
ron parrish
A Poem About Me
I guess they all are about me as in what I think of the world's stuff and folks and institutions, but me, Lady A - I would not know where to start, it would not be about the bad stuff or the sad, it would be the triumphs and joys and wins. Low lows is why metaphor was invented. sad write - ttyl - slc
Dearest Stella, I have
Dearest Stella,
I have re-written the final bits of this poem, just for you. I think it will suit us better. If you loathe the new update, I will trust your judgment and change it back.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
Just Re-read Poem
Sad kinda works as those images are very powerful - does not need anyones input actually. Strong and truth oriented. Great constructed images. I very much like all of them. - Keep it just for you, that is the best for us :D - Stella
it has been eighteen weeks since your last post. :( slc