Wednesday, May 28, 2014

When the Quiet Sets In (x3)

I wait
          breath held
for something
                      anything

but nothing comes.




I cannot handle
                   the silence;

it eats away at my lungs




Words refuse
                      to find purchase
constantly met with
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...
...
...
...
...
...
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...............................dead air.




          

7 comments:

Brian Miller said...

even dead air
has something to say

may inspiration
find you
pen in hand

Poet Laundry said...

Oh those words can be so elusive! Hope they find life...

Brian Miller said...

hey you...how have you been? it was good to see you tonight...

Björn Rudberg said...

That quiet is so cumbersome... I read a dictionary when I'm stuck...

Mary said...

Oh, that silence can be deafening sometimes. I truly hear you in regard to this poem.....that dead air can definitely stifle a person.

Victoria said...

Know that too well...and then, all of a sudden the desert blooms.

Brian Miller said...

it shall come.
smiles.