not much to recommend
hollow walls never tell tales
although brook in the woods does
I never notice leaping birds in rocky path
dry land does not interest them
when we get to listen to phantom screams
the walls will fall apart
no marriage can survive closed walls
"new walls will be built out of silence
why do I wish for that, I wonder"
12 comments:
hollow walls... wishing for stone walls. Great poem. Very sorry to hear about your eye situation. I wish you good health, and soon! Rest!
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Gautami, very pretty poem. I am wishing you a speedy recovery. Get lots of rest.
Pamela
I am so sorry to hear about your eyes. Hopeful that it will recover with time and happy you are off work and resting. Yes: NO STRESS!!!!!! Our eyes are too precious, and there is still so much to see. Please keep us informed, will you, Guatami?
Gautami,
Good one. We can wait, please do not strain yourself. May God bless you with full recovery soon.
Take care
so pretty. Hope you are feeling better soon!
I love these lines especially:
when we get to listen to phantom screams
the walls will fall apart
i would not want silence to come between me and anyone as a wall...it is in my opinion more of a weapon than a wall...and selfish...
Nicely crafted metaphor, Gautami.
Breathtaking writing again.
Hope your eye is mending.
The brook! I'm shocked! I trusted it to hold it's tongue and the wretched thing does nothing but babble.
I didn't know you'd been poorly - look after yourself and get well soon.
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