Speak to Me!

Speak to Me!

There is no poetry in your silence;

no salvation.

Empty phrases

fill my tortured thoughts,

brutal vacant spaces

where my heart had strayed

and left a treacle trail.

So I live in this fragile,

vacuous bubble,

a place between life and death,

where the carrot of love

once dangled before my ravenous mouth,

and my salivation was guaranteed.

 

24/03/13

Reviews

[A. H. Pinley]

The carrot dangled in front of us, enough to keep us going through life.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Until removed! Thanks AHP

[Rhianne Ney]

I really love your poems, Mr. McFayden. There's just something there that makes it powerful enough and meaningful to read. You know, something that actually means a lot on someone (:
Good job and nice one!

100/100

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Rhianne, It is so rewarding to have someone enjoy what I write. It is also humbling, so thank you!

[Rhianne Ney]

I enjoy a lot of good writes here (: and you're welcome

[Allan W]

I loved the 'treacle trail' John.....nice!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ha! Thanks Allan. Hope you have been able to read all the pieces for tomorrow?

[Frieda P]

I love that first line, I kind of giggled when I got to 'carrot of love'. I get it dangling within your grasp, for such a torturous message I just thought it an odd reference.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You should always have vegetables on your menu dear Frieda; didn't your mom tell you?!

[Frieda P]

I hardly ever listened to her...I still love it. ;-)