a fantasy

A beating organ

scours the silenced

winds. 

A moment. A time.

A shrunken image of 

lost times.

a fantasy.

A contemplation, 

A choir of curiosity,

A careful quiet. A realisation. 

Dig. Dig. Dig. 

Discoveries forbidden.

Bury. Bury. Bury. 

A world of secrets hidden. 

A wind. A passing of time.

A realisation                       ...

A sudden high. 

A marvel,

An extraordinaire,

A leap of faith,

A scare.

Dig.  Dig.   Dig. 

Uncovered.

Freed.

Chains relieved. 

A burning passion,

A poisonous cure. 

A promise to beware.

A  s u d d e n 

realisation.  

Death knocking, knocking, knocking.

A welcome.

A smile. 

An image enlarged.  A moment. 

A curiosity. 

A dream given.  

A rustling of leaves. 

Reviews

[Kay]

I appreciate your use of the page with your word placement in this poem. It's very thoughtful and has a nice impact on the way the overall message is conveyed here. It was especially interesting following the repetition of "Dig.Dig.Dig" and "Bury.Bury.Bury", almost like during the narrator's process of fantasizing their curiosity to cross into something deeper is conflicted with the fear of uncovering things that are better left underground. I also enjoyed your opening and closing line choices - the opening line reflects a heartbeat anxiously searching for the wind and the poem ends with another sound, this time the wind is noticeably moving and rustling the leaves. It's a great way to encourage the reader to HEAR as well as SEE what's happening for a full experience, and symbolically the life of imagination is now flowing. This could just be my interpretation haha, but it's a good poem either way. =)