silence
This room is vacant,
echoing silence
trapped in empty
canyons.
Like a geisha on tiptoes
I glide along memories of your
laughter
without disturbing the dust
and ashes there…
Remember how we sang boldly,
coming from the city?
The wine as stale
as poetry.
That night you were a fireplace
crackling loudly.
I have not warmed
to you since.
Devastated by silence--
like Dresden skies
clear and blue before planes
crouching on the mustard horizon.
the wires hum doom
but the silent handset
will not tell of it--
no,
air is too thin
to carry these stories.
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A contest entry
- Word Prompt 2: Rejected (Updated) by Metaphorist.
600 points, ended July 5, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Unrequired: Unrequited love by Tefnut.
525 points, ended July 15, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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WOW! An amazing write here that I had the pleasure reading! Great job here hon
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wow
your imagery is great.
Thank you for entering the contest.
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Nice!
whoa! Great poem. . .the way you use your adjectives really does something for me, and it is so subtle
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Congratulations on the silver. Excellent poem.
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Wow. I loved this. Great images and such a somber tone. Beautifully done. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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Excellent use of poetic device, especially personification-- planes crouching...wires hum.
Love the second stanza. Best of luck in the contest.
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