Scrawled Silence

Australia is a big, empty country, which often makes you feel rather empty inside....

Too often in this gaping land

I’ve wandered helpless, like some man

Whose art was squandered in the drought,

Bereft within, burnt dry without

Both parched and strangled, word and deed

Cast out from hope, embraced by need

Exiled from all that beauty saw

And lost to all I knew before.

 

Small wonder, then, that nature’s call

Excites me less or not at all,

That harsh intrigues of leaflessness

And trees grotesque intrigue me less.

This brown and barren artistry

Calls forth some emptiness in me

To whisper all that sadness seems

And leave scrawled silence, in sad dreams.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Donika]

This poem is absolutely beautiful. I don't even know what to say. I really like it. A poem hasn't moved me this much in a long time. Everytime I read it, I like it even more. Great job!!