No Plug

No Plug

A Poem by SM Davis

Sit there for a moment. Listen…like you have a choice. 
The silence is loud, but isn’t really what we call it

Now is it?

 

The spinning is deafening…they roar …
the gears that is.  In your head
hear it?

All the what ifs…and but whens…
and maybe’s and should be’s
will it stop?

No.

It will continue on…

Like solar panels
no plug

 

Old tapes…they rewind
without effort…
pushing buttons

 

Just the same…

 

Sit there for a moment. Listen…like you have a choice. 
The silence is loud, but isn’t really what we call it

Now is it?

 

Mistakes…

But life goes on.

 

© 2009 SM Davis


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Yes, the constant 'rewind' of life's errs. :|

I didn't like the center justify at first but it grew on me.
I think this could work as a verical, spoken where you break every line at phrasing for emphasis.
But this works too. It is about the words. The visual only adds.

Nice treatment on the subject too. Silence. It isn't what we call it. When the noise stops outside you can hear the noise inside. It requires no plug.

Interesting. Thanks for sharing.

Cheers!
Doc.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Yes, the constant 'rewind' of life's errs. :|

I didn't like the center justify at first but it grew on me.
I think this could work as a verical, spoken where you break every line at phrasing for emphasis.
But this works too. It is about the words. The visual only adds.

Nice treatment on the subject too. Silence. It isn't what we call it. When the noise stops outside you can hear the noise inside. It requires no plug.

Interesting. Thanks for sharing.

Cheers!
Doc.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes our conscience always speaks to us when we question things we have done trying to figure out if we need to rectify the situation or whether we were justified... another wonderful write my friend.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Winding, winding back. Looking at choices. Hindsight is a wonderful thing in the silence of one's own head. Truly excellent thoughts on what we all think. We proceed through the silence of mistakes. You have a mind that surpasses.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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