A Recycled Poem

I couldn’t get my inspiration in gear today so I rewrote a poem from a few years ago. It seemed better when I changed it a little.

I Will Sing You A Silent Song


Where is my joy?

In the quiet songs

deep in the pattern of wood grain.

Talk is my fear.

Words are ripped from my thoughts

by idiot devils

shredding of bits with their jabbering claws.

When I talk,

The music is no longer

in a night full of cricket buzz,

Fire crackle,

your hand just touching the back of my neck.

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One Response to A Recycled Poem

  1. Green Cave says:

    thanks for your comment on my art.

    Your answer is now on http://greencave.wordpress.com

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