I hear the night
the cat’s trough hums
the candle hisses
someone walks across the floor upstairs
a baby cries
a dog barks
and from inside my chest
there is a crack
then silence fills the air
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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Powerful.
Thank you.
I like so much of your stuff, everything as a matter of fact including/especially the eastern short stuff. But this one galls me because I can’t figure out if the crack was like ‘to crack a smile’ or ‘crack of the a whip’. And looking at your “Portrait” is no help It could even be sarcasm. Or worse like the infinitely loaded phrase/utterance; “Um-um-um, ya never know!” Oh(resigndly, as opposed to just ‘O’ ) well. . . . O no!!, they’re coming to take me away. AHHHhhhh. . .
Thanks for saying you like my posts. I don’t mean to confuse with the use of crack but the crack refers to something breaking.
Beautiful!
Thank you.
Hey. Great poem, man.
Thanks, Jeff. That means a lot.
Right in frunname! How could I have missed that.”from inside my chest”. So many thought pictures in my mind from the six previous lines,I didn’t hear the heart for the grieving. My bad. It’s amazing what good writing can do to and for a reader/participant. Not too manypeople have found themselves transfixed on a caldle flame for long enough to hear the hiss of the transference of energy. Thanks for the trip. Good stuff,good stuff!
Thank you again.
So sad, yet beautiful.
Thank you. That’s kind of you to say.
Reblogged this on Leonard Durso.
The crack…silence. My thought was a lung under siege of pneumonia. And silence, have you faded into the night?
Wondrous!
Thank you, though I’m not sure about that pneumonia.
Laugh with me….I was inserting something that occurred when I was suffering from that nasty item last year.
As you can obviously tell, poetry analysis is missing between these ears of mine, but I do enjoy reading people’s work and your’s is no exception.
Enjoy a great weekend!
Appreciation is always subjective. Thanks for including me in what you appreciate.