*The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
Your voice that has been
the music to my ears
There are times, it mellows my heart
Sometimes, it crushes my soul
A word that rushes my blood,
making my heart pump faster and louder
The deafening silence it creates,
makes me suffocate
for the air you breathe,
polluted my lungs
like a water pulling me down in a blink
Whispers are tender,
giving me warm embrace
but the inaudible screams,
made me float in the
darkness of infinity,
wanting for a hum of lullaby
that'll kiss me goodnight*
(a.k)
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
*The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
Your voice that has been
the music to my ears
There are times, it mellows my heart
Sometimes, it crushes my soul
A word that rushes my blood,
making my heart pump faster and louder
The deafening silence it creates,
makes me suffocate
for the air you breathe,
polluted my lungs
like a water pulling me down in a blink
Whispers are tender,
giving me warm embrace
but the inaudible screams,
made me float in the
darkness of infinity,
wanting for a hum of lullaby
that'll kiss me goodnight*
(a.k)
1) Emily Dickinson
2) The saddest noise, the sweetest noise
3) The saddest noise, the sweetest noise
4) I happened to browse Dickinson's poem the other day and list some of her poems and as I saw Frank's challenge, I started creating a different story out of a line/sentence. Although her poem meant something about reflecting death of loved ones after a scarce winter, I made something about how someone's word or the tone of his/her voice can change how you feel or how powerful words can be.
Thank you Frank for the challenge. This is fun and I get to learn something in doing lines from you. Happy Holidays :)
