18 July 2015

Silence

The radio silence transmits
a signal more powerful than a scream
transits from together to dark hollow spaces
like waking from a dreadful frightening dream.

Creep about all day, stoned at night
inner spaces define Empty and Void
Humid, Quiet, Dull, Heavy thud past
Cold Comfort, Wet Blanket. Devoid

of hearty hearths, of feelings told.
Grounded flights, caged bird singing
of better, uncertain warmer places
a lone, empty, solitary swing swinging.

A sometime text, a little tenderness,
live in memories of the spring.








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