this silly cabaret

in the silence of a summer swelter

i try to translate the rain

certain it holds a message

meant only for me

but it whispers too softly

for me to decipher the words

since the soundtrack of my life

is currently being performed by the whitecaps

the arrogant sun

is editing the notes

the cabal of cacophony continues

till i am sure i will disappear

without anyone every truly understanding

this silly cabaret

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

That picture beckons yet, has a haunted, statue-still face, hair askew, tight lips as if lost in another place, numb. Your words are ice berg sad,

' i am sure i will disappear
without anyone every truly understanding
this silly cabaret'

Leaving you a hug if I may, dear lady.

[Lydia Shutter]

The hug is gladly accepted, Emma. Thank you so much. Lydi**

[Troy Henson]

Beautiful Lidy. So nice to read you again. Hope you’ve been well.

[Lydia Shutter]

I am alive and kicking, Troy. Hope you are as well. Thanks so much for the review. Lydi**

[John the Baptist]

Probably nobody understands us on the deepest level, an area we usually don't care to share with others. Let the sun edit all it wants. We will come clean only when we're ready.

[Lydia Shutter]

So true, John. thank you for the review. Lydi***

[willweb]

You might be surprised at who understands. I love how this poem seems to sway back and forth like a hammock in the breeze, it feels soft and comforting though maybe an arrogant sun editing the notes is kind of a scorcher. Once again though, beauty find the tip of your pen and follows it to the edge of the paper. Really nice.

[Lydia Shutter]

So sweet, Will. Thank you very much! Lydi***