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10 moments of silence by ~SpokenAubade:iconSpokenAubade:








[Ten moments of silence.]



I

I fell in love with the full,
fluffy heaps of white on sidewalks,
the icicles that clung
to gutters and railings.


II

My mountains changed;
They’re blue and ridged now.
The summers bleed the pavement
like steaming gray socks.

Shade does not offer solace
from moist, viscous air. In the afternoons,
if luck chances by, the humidity lofts
into thick purple clouds
and rain slaps hot pavement.

I can breathe.


III

The carrot leaves
fell from gold foliage
like drops of sunset.

I closed my eyes and saw twelve wild turkeys
gaggle cross the yard, a doe freeze,
framed by the window, ineffable
bright-lined spiders in the bathtub.


IV

Is it the hoar-frost winters that bring to mind
poetry? There is no Parnassus in Virginia,
only weed-filled fields and roads
that twine like filaments through mountains.

White-blossom dogwood and poison ivy
have me of two minds; Could I have one
without the other, please?


V

No, no thank-you. I'll come back
some other time.


VI

Winter betrays me. It rains wet ice
as if to ask "What did you
expect?" I wanted
frosting on the railings and jagged edges
hung off trees. I wanted silence.


VII

The brown trees stir, naked, drab.
Winter forgot to tuck in the covers
before retiring. I would make
some witty comment but


VIII

leave me alone.


IX

I do not look forward to summer. I tore
a branch and picked the new leaves to pieces
before letting it go.


X

Sunlight is too bright. They call it
global warming, I call it perspective.
©2006-2009 ~SpokenAubade
:iconspokenaubade:

Author's Comments

I did a bit of editing of this poem. Re-submitted it since I like my new version better. This will likely be the final.

Edits from the first version [Version1 found here :pointr: [link] ] Shifted part one S2 to Part III. Changed last line of S1. Cut X stanza and down-shifted original part III. Cut last lines of VI (the current VII)

How is the ending?

Daily Deviation

Given 2006-10-27

10 moments of silence by ~SpokenAubade is a self explanatory title, but that's to say nothing of the other senses. (Featured by `PoeticWar)

Comments


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:icontaralitha:
ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL! I LLOOOOVE the new ending, the beginning is perfect, you keep your perspective marvelously and it doesn't ramble. GOOOOD! I love it, I love you!

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Breathe.
:iconloganforever:
Tis pretty dem good. You're always pretty dem good, you don't always realise it too.

--
“To write the poem of the human conscience, if only of one man, even the most insignificant of man, would be to swallow up all epics in a superior and definitive epic.”
Victor Hugo
:iconpyroclasticataclysm:
What can I say that hasn't already been said?

"some witty comment but"

I probably won't.

I like this though.
:iconitsumo-no-manatsu:
That was beautiful!

--
Doubts are like bothersome flies. They must all be crushed. That is rule number one.
-Samurai Champloo

What is the good of being a genius,
If you cannot use it as an excuse to be unemloyed?

-Gerald Barzan
:iconvampiressofthevalley:
Love the way you describe the emotions and scenery in this. <3 It paints a perfect picture.

The ending is wonderful, like it sums up the entire thing in one sentence.

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....and i cannot sleep without the radio on....
:iconquietchildae:
Stunningly broken hearted.

I wish for silence too.

--
#flesh
:iconkeptinsecret:
"Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Enjoy the silence"

great work, I love it (=
:iconloganforever:
Definately worth a dd. I know I already commented but, whatthehey.

--
“To write the poem of the human conscience, if only of one man, even the most insignificant of man, would be to swallow up all epics in a superior and definitive epic.”
Victor Hugo
:icontatsel:
This has stopped me - Bella.

--
Death grows...
:iconithilloth:
<3
beatiful
beatiful
beatiful!

<;peaceful silence>

--
'Is that vodka?' Margarita asked weakly.
The cat jumped up on his chair in resentment.
`Good heavens, Queen,' he croaked, 'would I allow myself to pour vodka for a lady? It's pure alcohol!'
-
"Thankee-sai, long days, kiss my ass and go to heaven."

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