At that point, Stillness.

* left blank intentionally *

At that point, Stillness. 

At that point, Stillness.  

The window was deep 

In my chest, and --

I, strung from the tree. 

At that point, there wasn't --

a point left . A sharper cut longs

to be dull. And, if lullabies would 

dress. maybe I could waltz into a lull ?

- Cole Hayley, 2013.

you've got what you wanted

now whats in the briefcase? 

Author's Note

How about it

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

strangely captivating methinks

[Jetta Zippora]

Mystery in essence...a modern thrill, truly lovely write, though I am boggled on how to respond. :)

[Lily Mae]

Well for me the briefcase is the voice that has been silent for far too long...from the stillness that has been.. But hey,, who am I? lol...xo

[Emma Ruth]

Very poignant piece and well written; thought provoking...

[Mockingbird]

he's taken a detour into your other-worldly life where symbolism proves that which may seem really is. and she says i've taken you out of your reality for a minute, what do you have for me in your bag. excellent poem.

[Cole Hayley]

thanks! how come you havent posted anything new recetnly ? :(

[Mockingbird]

i give up. i just can't write anything. but thank you for thinking of me.

[Dayran]

A brief moment and yet the one moment that may well define all else.

[Junert]

It's good. Nice.

[Kelsey]

This is beautiful, to put it quite simply. I lack the words needed to express how truly beautiful this poem is. Wonderfully written.

[Pax]

a sleepy tone dancing in lullabies...they would dance in the rhythm in your dreams of soft whispers of silence... the last question in the end made me laugh...haha... i don't know it also made me wonder what's on the briefcase... great work my friend...

[Tasha]

Wow all I can say is amazing. Such a beautiful piece. Keep it up.