White NoiseA Poem by LilyA one-sided relationship.
There is nothing to love here
But the space in between. In Physics we learned how hollow things resonate. Perhaps if you can find my natural frequency you can make it sound Like I am singing. I am smiling or laughing. Like I can talk to you. I cannot talk to you, I cannot speak. But you can play make believe. Maybe we can live in a cottage With White roses around red door, And thatched roof that keeps the rain From washing us clean. And maybe when it rains, When it rains- When it rains hard, it will leak, And we can put a copper saucepan out to catch the water, So every drop rings out, Sonorous. And we will have cushions embroidered with lies they tell us, About how wonderful life is, they will not say in wobbly cross stitch, There is nothing to love here. In Physics we learnt how hollow things resonate. And everything will ring out, and echo If you listen hard enough. If you can find the right frequency Among the White Noise.
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2 Reviews Added on August 8, 2017 Last Updated on August 8, 2017 Tags: Emptiness, Relationships, Aphasia, White Noise. |