she is addicted to sound.
she crowds her ears with cellphone calls and
canned pop music to make her feel whole.
at night, she’s trained herself to dream in
songs and gossip. occasionally these snippets
conjure-up images of people she’s afraid to lose,
and after those nights, she wakes up
clinging to her pillow too tightly.
one day her computer crashed and her
cellphone froze and her stereo broken down,
leaving her exposed to the world of silence
in her room. after a few moments, she
became addicted.
now she shushes people and mutes the TV
in hopes of finding that coveted place
of clarity again.
Author notes
another possibility for a book if they accept my manuscript.
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This is stunning, I've read this before because the title caught my attention - my best friends name is Jessica
this is a beautiful poem, and I just love the way that you have made it feel so alive
Polly
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ahh. the opening line caught me and from then on it was just amazing.
i love the conjusted feeling of that fist stanza, it really works in making the reader feel crowded.
you tell such brilliant, honest stories in these tiny little poems. it's incredible, really.
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Wow. This is amazing. I love this. So beautiful. I love the emotion and the imagery. Fantastic job.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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"now she shushes people and mutes the TV
in hopes of finding that coveted place
of clarity again."
I really love this. Those moments are hard to find. -
i love it.
i'm addicted to silence too.
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wow! excellent truly! you have a gift!
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