The car seems too loud to stand
without music, words, or whir of the engine.
Absence
A loaded void of noise,
echoes our meeting.
Dragged out answers in
one word sputters
speech slowly grows.
A flower yearning for sun.
Her dearest hears what has been longed for,
her sweet voice,
a daisy transformed.
Blooming, the speech continues on
babbling like a young brook in spring
open and free, too soon shut down.
Confusion to the birds and bees...
ravens and wasps.
Clouds grow heavy with sorrow,
the daisy disintegrates under their tears
quietly she sits back.
Crimson leaflets tightly pursed and locked;
silken petals like stone
her silence stronger than words.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 10:17 AM UTC
The car seems too loud to stand
without music, words, or whir of the engine.
Absence
A loaded void of noise,
echoes our meeting.
Dragged out answers in
one word sputters
speech slowly grows.
A flower yearning for sun.
Her dearest hears what has been longed for,
her sweet voice,
a daisy transformed.
Blooming, the speech continues on
babbling like a young brook in spring
open and free, too soon shut down.
Confusion to the birds and bees...
ravens and wasps.
Clouds grow heavy with sorrow,
the daisy disintegrates under their tears
quietly she sits back.
Crimson leaflets tightly pursed and locked;
silken petals like stone
her silence stronger than words.