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Poetry By: moonphish


Submitted:Nov 8, 2012    Reads: 8    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

an orchestra that's tuning up

a chattering of birds
a string of bulbs on christmas trees
of which you catch just thirds
unfit, the conversation
tis a creature, quite uncouth
no sense to fill the air with words
let silence speak the truth
a tapestry unraveling
a scroll that's been unfurled
expecting a new ice age
to be blanketing the world
let your throat be on vacation
let your tongue begin a nap
for language only chills the bones
let silence be our wrap
the steep wall of a canyon
rapid rivers full of stones
a speech requiring fleshing
for its only skin and bones
a forest overgrowing
till the shadows sadly loom
these echos can reverberate
let silence fill the room


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