Raw SoundA Poem by Brooke WakeGirl like meta.Raw bank cuts an interlude Reeds stripped of all sound Dustless and stunned Alone with the water. Not a swirl of wind spatters the sand Not a shriek of a gull sears cold, bleached, sky stretch A moment of still Nobody sees it. Words in the nothing.
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3 Reviews Added on October 1, 2010 Last Updated on October 1, 2010 AuthorBrooke WakeOlympiaAboutAnecdotal tea parties and laying around on the floor. Bare light bulbs and red, spacious, manual transportation. Cats and garlic. Mountains and words. The narrow spaces between us. Do not copy .. more..Writing
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