Paper Cards

Paper Cards

A Poem by linear
"

Make of it what you will, you will anyway.....

"

As battleships of morose grey

they came

rolling in

 

Sending wave after wave

of shimmering arrows  like darts piercing skin

in winds of a dull hue

 

Thunder so loud

yet all was silent inside the tempests angry torment

in the near distance, shapes shifted

 

Rolling, twisting and turning into that being

that somehow resembled

her!

 

Yearning for a sound where no sound lived

listening to a beat

a herald of a life once dreamed

 

Driven by a will that was not my own

ripped apart

torn into so many different parts

 

Monotonous days

fall like so many others

paper cards, discarded, lost and unwanted

 

Too few days of laughter

not enough sunshine

never

anything other

the clouds keep pouring in.

© 2012 linear


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a battle within the heart not knowing which way to turn....wanting to hear the sounds but deaf to them...yes a very good write..your writing bring to mind the images so clear you can see the struggle in your mind.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I had to recently rip up and discard a card that I purchased and filled out for a friend, it was the hardest, saddest act I ever had to do. I'm sure you have had to do things that you would never normally want to do also, like phones calls that slap someone into reality, It's crazy how the clouds still form his name anyway, how his image as sharp as a tack is on the brick wall where i take a smoke and talk to him as if I'm the crazy cat lady, I can only think I have displeased the Gods in my failures. Forgiveness is easy between friends, but once the trust is gone, everything no matter how honest becomes circumspect. It was a shock and a slap in the face to feel unwelcome, and the accusation made can only mean unwelcomeness where only love existed before...it's enough to make the skies boil indeed.

Posted 12 Years Ago


A battle at sea, as seen from the beach ... or from one of the ships.
Wanting to be with Her, but stuck in this hell.
The rain washing over everything, washing everything away.

Lovely!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

linear

12 Years Ago

Not quite but I love your take, thank you :O)
Yheela

12 Years Ago

Well, worth a try. ^_^

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