emptinesswhat of it, why act on it?
just a state of blankness
held by silent tears
which dry before they fall
the child curls into a comma
questing for loving warmth
but the cold cobbled track is not saintly
and angels offer no solace
that finger is my cue
to stay as silent as I can
before science helps crack my memory
the pebbles hurt my bare feet
while I wrestle with my empty thoughts
"silence bangs hard within my mind
while I hold on to the cloth pegs"
How melancholy.
ReplyDelete"the child curls into a comma" is such a great visual.
I think sometimes silence can hurt more than we gain... poor child.
ReplyDeletelove the last two lines especially!!xx
ReplyDeleteluv the animated silence, wanted to be heard
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much love...
Love it! The last two lines are brilliant.
ReplyDeleteI love the last lines, especially that idea of barely hanging on while silence beats away.
ReplyDeleteThe image of the narrator musing whilst hanging out the washing is brilliant. Beautiful writing.
ReplyDeleteI agree with what others have said. The imagery of the child is used to striking effect here.
ReplyDeleteSplendid - well worth a reread or two!
ReplyDeleteLovely tale of two, and sometimes all we can do is hang on.
ReplyDeleteI love the notion of a child curled into a comma...
ReplyDeleteThought provoking... I would not want science to figure out how to crack my memory and bring it all back. I have worked too long and too hard to remove all that stuff.
ReplyDeleteyou painted a picture with "child curls into comma" lovely visual there and melancholy rings across the poem!
ReplyDeleteTouches the very core, as poetry should!! Love the way a mundane activity has been juxtaposed against such intense thoughts. Isn't that just how life catches us unawares; we ordinary mortals don't have the luxury of a bodhi tree!!!
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