Carnival Silence

no desc.

Carnival of redundant lines revisit
totaled ears in mock prayer
praying for the beginning
to recreate the mind.
Even after the pause our breaths
in wisps take turn to hum
the melody phantom to
find the next course.
Music in intervals picks its prize
from lines of ready souls-
who takes time to stop
and be shocked when
earth has stopped
spinning.
Spins with the ride- stars
trailing after the sky
in waking lullaby
merry-making.
A silent croud of one
and eachother- each
a sprite of longing
to join with
eachother
as one
note.
Anticipation rains from
gyrating lights, electric
seduction in a question
concerning the time
'til it quits and
gives in to our
mass-impatience.
Dismounts into a pondering solo
introducing us to the dirt and
its inhabitants; pieces
of us tunneling to live
with the artist.
The night folds in on itself
holding to its heart
the voices of
each emotion.
The noise screams once and
flattens to assist us
and paralyzes; our
blood is no more,
our hearts pulse
like amps.
Outstretched arms turn palms
searching for the source.
Growing in height
grasps it-
And falls when lights blink out
curtains close, notes exhale
air leans heavy on every
listening zombie, every
face falls.
Waiting.
Through silence we pant with
upturned tongues, we beg with
fingers elongated from
reaching, our mouths
empty.
Through silence we are hungry.

Author's Note

me loves music. um, toronto................. WHY YOU BRING SYSTEM?!?!?! You asked for it! *climbs down from chair and scampers out the door* Expect me on the 12th!!!!!!!!!!!! A-MWAHAHA!

Reviews

[Eloha]

You clearly have a lot of potential as a poet! This is celebrative and very dense with creative content.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Very talented piece of writing...great job :D