Whispers of A Blue Moon

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Thursday, November 24, 2005

Silent Screams

A silent scream out into the night
Vibrating through the fibre of the soul
Like a soul incarcerated I was amongst the human crowd
Yet alone I still felt, the unmistakable fear
And slowly the gentle touches of the wind cups my face
A welcome change in the humid night, if one is observant
One sees on the breeze dead petals of cherry blossoms
As they struggle to hold onto, the fabric of their existence which
Was torn violently from their beings
Restless now they are, in search of that final destination
Those lovely red petals, dancing violently in the wind
Caught in the warm currents. like a thousand shards slicing
Into my heart, piece by piece I see them fall,
Those petals lying, trampled by the passer-bys
Uncared and unspoken for
The beauty forgotten
Abandoned to the winds
Not unlike my heart

Ave Maria :04:10   2 comments

2 Comments:

At 8:37 pm, Blogger . : A : . said...

I like the flow of this poem and how it seamlessly moves from one thought to the other.

 
At 4:35 pm, Blogger tussand said...

Thank you August. As usual, you are too kind.

 

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"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

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