Silent sound of night

She wore Her sadness like a thorny crown

Waiting for the sun to come up

So She could watch it go down

 

He wore His dearth upon his chest

Tried to hide it under His gilded vest

It adorned Him like a used wedding dress

 

In their night They found their day

Taking it all out they put it all

Using every word They had nothing to say

 

Sober They drank like bowery bums

Walking from places They should never had run

Taking second from plates where there was none

 

Making puzzles from things with only one piece

Whispering words with meanings like screams

Lost in the nothing of meaningless deeds

 

His eyes stared at the horizon from high up in space

He looked at the world remembering the place

Stepping into the rocket a hero's disgrace

 

She bobbed at the surface of a shallow mill pond

Afraid of the water she waded right in

Forgetting to walk she started to swim

 

A fantasy world of nothing but real

Frozen hands touching skin sun bunt and peeled

Picking daisy's from out of concrete fields

 

Framed in the beauty of heavens disgrace

Staring in mirrors containing no face

Clumsily stumbling in elegant grace

 

Across vast worlds together they shivered

Alone lying still together they quivered

 

What does it all mean?

Just a dream

 

Reviews

[†Tracey†]

There is so much of this very same feeling in the lives of so many today.. Living inside a dream and wanting it to manifest into reality...but each day alone is one more nail in the coffin.. Me? what a way to go lol :) Wonderful write..with so much meaning.x

[Liderien]

The second line in the 8th stanza, I think you meant to write sun burnt? It reads bunt. Your are so poetic, of course I've told you that before. This is perfect. I always enjoy reading your pieces.

[Brianna Brie]

A fantasy world of nothing but real
Frozen hands touching skin sun bunt and peeled
Picking daisy's from out of concrete fields

This is a touching poem to me. I can relate. I love your descriptions. There is a sort of oxymoron to it all...mirror's with no face, stumbling in elegant grace, daisy's from concrete fields, etc. Impressed!

[Harmonica winds]

I like this write, deep and intriguing. Very poetic as well.

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. i dunno, monsieur ... that's a tough question ... it all depends on how we treat the physical world ... it all depends on whether or not we consciously decide to transcend it ... knowing that it is not the ultimate barometer of the human condition or the human spirit ... i am startled by this absolutely brilliant piece of writing ... i identify with the images a lot ... i have experienced them in my own journey ... and now ... somehow ... i have reached what mr. milan kundera calls "the unbearable lightness of being" ... i hope to be reunited with the one i am no longer with ... yet, i know, that at the consciousness level, we never broke up ... still, this is a compelling piece of writing that is likely to make me reflect for hours ... and ... i thank you for it ... these days, i have become a huge fan of "food for thought" ...