Raw Sound

Raw Sound

A Poem by Brooke Wake
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Girl like meta.

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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.  

© 2010 Brooke Wake


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someone saw it, and now many of us

Posted 14 Years Ago


wow. this is great !! such unique imagery

Posted 14 Years Ago


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...
. oh, brilliant! ...

words in the nothing
and nothing echoes
blisters of sound
and nothing bursts
as i wait and watch
watch and wait
for a sign
a signal
a note
a voice
and wonder
if it's all in the mind
or all in the hearing

. you inspire ... so much ... as always ...

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Brooke Wake
Brooke Wake

Olympia



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Anecdotal 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..

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