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...---... ...---.... ...---... ...---... ...---... ...---... my frantic fingers tap the telegraph tapping tentatively , taking time to repeat the single word ...dot, dot, dot, dash, dash , dash, dot, dot, dot...                                 --- tapping away like a cricket with arthritis sending my signals and sounds into the night... ...dot, dot, dot, dash, dash, dash, dot , dot , dot...                                 --- but the neighbourhood sleeps quietly and no one cares for an arthritic cricket singing its song into the endless radio silence... because dots and dashes are nothing more than humble beginnings in 96.09.21 and the life dashes by and flat-lines on a marble stone 1996 - (pretty soon) ...---... ...---... ...---... ...---... ...---... ...---... dot, dot, dash, dash, dash, dot, dot, dot dot, dot, dot, Dash, Dash, Dash, DOT, DOT, DOT dot, dot, Dot, DASH, DASH, DASH, DOT, DOT, DOT DOT, DOT, DOT, DASH, DASH, DASH, DOT, DOT, DOT DOT, DOT, DOT, DASH...------------------------------------------------------- the drummers pack away their drums, the beat forever fades the thunder stops to rumble, from now on only clear days my finger stops its tapping, lies numb across the telegraph and somewhere outside... and arthritic cricket... turns silent from its wrath and the dots and dashes ... that's been beating all this time... my hearts stops singing with them... and ends with one flat line WvWWvVvv-v-v---------------------------------------------------
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
Dots and dashes
...---... ...---.... ...---... ...---... ...---... ...---... my frantic fingers tap the telegraph tapping tentatively , taking time to repeat the single word ...dot, dot, dot, dash, dash , dash, dot, dot, dot...                                 --- tapping away like a cricket with arthritis sending my signals and sounds into the night... ...dot, dot, dot, dash, dash, dash, dot , dot , dot...                                 --- but the neighbourhood sleeps quietly and no one cares for an arthritic cricket singing its song into the endless radio silence... because dots and dashes are nothing more than humble beginnings in 96.09.21 and the life dashes by and flat-lines on a marble stone 1996 - (pretty soon) ...---... ...---... ...---... ...---... ...---... ...---... dot, dot, dash, dash, dash, dot, dot, dot dot, dot, dot, Dash, Dash, Dash, DOT, DOT, DOT dot, dot, Dot, DASH, DASH, DASH, DOT, DOT, DOT DOT, DOT, DOT, DASH, DASH, DASH, DOT, DOT, DOT DOT, DOT, DOT, DASH...------------------------------------------------------- the drummers pack away their drums, the beat forever fades the thunder stops to rumble, from now on only clear days my finger stops its tapping, lies numb across the telegraph and somewhere outside... and arthritic cricket... turns silent from its wrath and the dots and dashes ... that's been beating all this time... my hearts stops singing with them... and ends with one flat line WvWWvVvv-v-v---------------------------------------------------
This poem uses a lot of visual aids, onomatopoeia and metaphors... so enjoy
pieter-andries-christiaan
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pieter-andries-christiaan
South African
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
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