Silence

                                    Within the night street a hundred drunkards sing

                                    And through the blue swifts swoop, arcing on their excitement

                                    Each pootled car and squeaked bike pedal machine-fills the hot, dreary morn and afternoon:

                                            There is silence

 

                                    From the keys a soft spring bashes – words and words from desperate dimwittedness

                                    Overdull ever-constancy of drives, cables, screenlight, dust pervade –

                                    A noisy window of ill-fitting satisfaction, it has not strength to hold:

                                            Silence, more silence

 

                                    So the fourness, the wallness, the window ceiling floorness

                                    Is with and without air, breath to breath, life to live, pulse to feel

                                    The sobering pain cascade – a thousand dreary thunderstorms fall on broken glass:

                                            Creator of jarring silence

 

                                    You are away, you are gone, you are you

                                    Powered, driven, swift propeller course run, running, to run, on

                                    A sublime softness of the rose petal cheek, beyond the fingers, the eye form beholden space:

                                            Missed, in your silence, too silent a silence.

Comments

[David Wake]

I read it!

I thought it was pretty good.

You might want to try a poetry forum that gives honest feedback - it comes better from strangers, but you need to have a thick skin at times - http://www.pigpenpoetry.com is not the most brutal - but you will get feedback if you are prepared to reciprocate...

Wakey

[Richard Peters]

Thanks for your comment, Dave. Willdo.

[Xana]

Hi Richard. I've only just come across your blog. I love this. I'm a writer too. It feels like your putting a lot into this poem. If anything I think this is perhaps the most touching work I have read so far. Love it.

[Richard Peters]

Thank you, Xana.

Much appreciated.

Do you publish and do you have a link?

[Xana]

I've started to be brave! Czeck my google+. I use the google blogger.

[Bren]

I love this Richard... from the rose petalled cheek.