The Momentum Of Blood

I'm finding myself in a situation in which I don't know what's going on and I sense a lot of orchestrated silence. I'm trying to keep my feelings down so I wrote this to portray the situation.

There's silence on the other end.
One can hear it if they drop low and let their heart brush the ground

A faint tragedy like the momentum of blood on a wall

But the poet

He escapes this

life.

He climbs mountains and learns to whisper.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[John Lauterbach]

I am a literal reader by nature, so I don't know if I'm the best suited to critique something abstract like this; but here we go!

The 'other end' part of the first line implied a phone-call to me. Since the context of the silence is missing, I feel like it's up to the reader to add that in. I think the second line is the best of the piece; it makes me think of American Indian trackers putting their ear to the ground to hear the imperceptible. Excellent image. I also like the last line a lot, like poets traverse the earlier mentioned silence and learn to speak in it.

I'd like to see more context for what's going on - but as I said, I'm a literal reader.

[Stefon Napier]

Thank You!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. Good to be able to escape to the mountain. Sometime a whisper had great power. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Rhea752]

This is AWESOME!!!! This is so powerful and meaningful!!! The last stanza was my favorite part:

But the poet
He escapes this
life.
He climbs mountains and learns to whisper.

I really enjoyed this!! Keep writing!! :D

[Stefon Napier]

Thank You!

[K.S.78]

Wow this is very powerful and thought provoking! Also it seems you said all you wanted to say it seems complete. I am still working on shortening my style, wonderful poem. :)

[Stefon Napier]

Thank You!

[Leslie Philibert]

Very good, even the intoroduction with orchestrated silence ( a great expression) impresses. Stefon
writes well...

[Stefon Napier]

Thank You!