I spoke to you,
in silence,
reverence dripping from
the rusted husk of,
my shuttered mouth.
My voice echoed,
(a true cacophony!)
above the heady stench
of go-kart oil
and
quiet dreams of youth,
barely lived.
But in all the dead-air,
I cant say you heard me.
My arms, my hands were,
frantic, amongst a pile of,
mortar and stone,
struggling, with
weakened bone and sinew,
to become a castle,
of your own;
Protection against an
unforgiving onslaught of,
saline and rabid disquietude.
But in all the shaking,
I cant say you felt me.















Devious Comments
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My little joke:Trip,Trip,Trip!Now that you read this you are going to trip, because I'm a witch. (Need a better signature please!)
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-Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards. -Robert Heinlein
Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance - M. C. Richards
Was there a purpose to the unnecessary punctuation? For example, why did you put a comma after the first line when, grammatically, it doesn't need one?
I'm not too fond of the parenthesis phrase in line 7. It stands out too much for my tastes. If it were me, I'd write 'My voice echoed/cacophonously'. But, that's personal preference. I've got a thing against parenthesis.
All in all, a very nice poem.
As for the parenthesis, I am inclined to agree with you about how it stands out but that was the purpose. It was meant to exacerbate the loudness of said voice.
Thank you for such a keen analysis.
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-Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards. -Robert Heinlein
Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance - M. C. Richards
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