Voiceless and numb . . .
mislead years had me wrapped in silence
waiting for that which remained to be found
In a world that allows no compromise
too many holy wars and rumors
veiling our unspoken opium dreams
seeking only to find anything of value,
whatever are their sins . . .
The miles burn up behind me
a timeless past met at every turn
Following the hammering rhythm
I find myself in pursuit of these confessions on the wind
My voice, unsound and corroded,
being dulled by long years of silence
the quiet like rust poured down my throat
Once thought abandoned, my senses come alive
echoing, going beyond what we thought we were
as dim visions unveil with each rhythmic pulse
My words descend with the reverberating beat
striking an inward cord as absolute truths collide
and I am baptized in an antidote of sound
The silence chased down my spine
I am found through this forward progression
in the rippling sound of the distant drums
Author notes
Option 1, inspired by #3. The sound of the distant drums.
A contest entry
- Heaps of Options!! by NooNiThEWitcH.
430 points, ended June 8, 2008, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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excellent
wow you did an easy write with a difficult topic.This is saying a lot in a few words.You are definitly talented. Pls visit some of my works. -
Wow!
That was great! Congrats!
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Excellent
Wow, a most intriguing write, indeed. I liked the rhythm of this poem quite well. Thanks for sharing it with us. -
BRAVO!!
WOW!!!
This is much much better than what I had expected for this option
BRAVO!!
I love this line:
"I find myself in pursuit of these confessions on the wind"
Your auditory images throughout the poem are absolutely fantastic!!
Thank you so much for entering this in my contest.
Keep on writing and good luck
Nooni
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loved this line "veiling our unspoken opium dreams"
very good im adding you
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this is different and packed with images
and written so well your title fit the poem to perfection
i loved the word choice you used to descrbe this poem
wonderfuly done
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Abstract
Hmm..there is melencholy and regret, but it is cleansed in the end. Why so silent- what took your voice? The drum awakens the lost soul like dead heart renewed.
I like this line:
"My voice, unsound and corroded,
being dulled by long years of silence
the quiet like rust poured down my throat"
There is a quality of overall sound I enjoy, but the heart of the poem seems just beyond my grasp.
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