Sunday, February 15, 2015

not just a comma


emptiness
what 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"



14 comments:

Theresa Milstein said...

How melancholy.
"the child curls into a comma" is such a great visual.

brudberg said...

I think sometimes silence can hurt more than we gain... poor child.

Kay said...

love the last two lines especially!!xx

Gillena Cox said...

luv the animated silence, wanted to be heard

have a good week

much love...

Anonymous said...

Love it! The last two lines are brilliant.

Maria Mainero said...

I love the last lines, especially that idea of barely hanging on while silence beats away.

Old Egg said...

The image of the narrator musing whilst hanging out the washing is brilliant. Beautiful writing.

Rommy said...

I agree with what others have said. The imagery of the child is used to striking effect here.

Helena said...

Splendid - well worth a reread or two!

21 Wits said...

Lovely tale of two, and sometimes all we can do is hang on.

Tess Kincaid said...

I love the notion of a child curled into a comma...

Anonymous said...

Thought 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.

Anonymous said...

you painted a picture with "child curls into comma" lovely visual there and melancholy rings across the poem!

Love words! said...

Touches 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!!!