Friday, May 15, 2009

A creative urge

From where I sit this night

World’s passing before my eyes

I reach out my hand


The silence is deafening


Inside the thunderous hum

I hear you call my name

The glass is cold on my fingertips


The silence is deafening


I run my fingers over empty space

Softly, it whispers my name

I wait…


And the silence is deafening



8 comments:

jewell said...

loved it..very poignant....

Butler and Bagman said...

Sometimes a poem catches me in the pit of my stomach and knocks the wind out of me. Like this one.

Natalie said...

If you want noise, I knows where ta find it!

Audrey said...

Beautiful! It feels so loving and so lonely all at the same time!
xoxoxo

Cyndy said...

What are you doing in my head, woman?

Expressed so much better than I could ever hope to, Arty Farty.

Love you xoxoxo

Bogey said...

This is very reflective...and sad at the same time. Your brain is not used to the silence because of the constant clamour going on inside. Embrace the silence.....

Lisa said...

hmmmmmm

Michelle said...

hmmmmmm????


HMMMMMM WHAT!