"Elongate the song of hallowed days"
Scream! Stretched voices: Leave all in disaster, swept with dust.
Day is upon us, as nightly whispers, howls, cease motion with dawn.
Allow, allow the serenade; As angels sing sweet notes upon bar as do thee!
Silence nothing, Staying true to your song mattering not the tune
Author notes
Simply, screaming.
None can hear.
They change my tone,
Perceive with great dichotomy
If not more than just one split.
If any can really hear me,
Hear the silently screaming,
Hear the ones who fit nowhere but everywhere,
Hear the backdrop falling behind the players,
Scream with us.
*~Dream.
P.S. Thank you, dear Hemingway, for your punctuation. 'Tis much appreciated.A contest entry
- [Blank Verse] by Ernest Hemingway by rufina caraid.
475 points, ended October 31, 2007, 10 entries
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Comments
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A lovely perception of what Hemingway may have wanted to see between his punctuation - we'll never know. thank You for your entry. Von
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