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"
14 comments:
How melancholy.
"the child curls into a comma" is such a great visual.
I think sometimes silence can hurt more than we gain... poor child.
love the last two lines especially!!xx
luv the animated silence, wanted to be heard
have a good week
much love...
Love it! The last two lines are brilliant.
I love the last lines, especially that idea of barely hanging on while silence beats away.
The image of the narrator musing whilst hanging out the washing is brilliant. Beautiful writing.
I agree with what others have said. The imagery of the child is used to striking effect here.
Splendid - well worth a reread or two!
Lovely tale of two, and sometimes all we can do is hang on.
I love the notion of a child curled into a comma...
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.
you painted a picture with "child curls into comma" lovely visual there and melancholy rings across the poem!
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!!!
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