Deaf Man's MuseA Poem by Amen_PoppiesWhat is it?
How strange a creature,
one new to these eyes of mine. It's hard like rock, but unlike it it's made with the use of lines. It's head holds strange scripts that refrerence names like, Beethoven? Its upper lip moves up and shows, a vast set of teeth. I touch one out of curiousity... I'm surprised not to hear a roar or scream. Yet I hear sound, like the kind when you sing. I touch each one from left to right; the sounds are very low, then very high. I can't help but notice they're not all white, some stick out and are as black as night. I lift up its lid, nothing abnormal; Yet, no heart - is that normal? I'm baffled and confused is it living? I can't hear breathing, but it has to be living! Else, it wouldn't speak... I should return home now to a far away place, and tell the kingdom I reign: "How strange a creature I saw, one very new to these eyes of mine..."
© 2011 Amen_PoppiesAuthor's Note
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Added on May 22, 2011 Last Updated on May 22, 2011 Tags: deaf, man, muse, unordinary, not having a clue AuthorAmen_PoppiesMilwaukee, WIAboutIn my experience the things I write mean different things to different people. When I feel inspired to write, it all comes out really fast. It's like a train of thought. It's really personal. I think .. more..Writing
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