There Will Be No More Sounds

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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When the winds have washed away the cliffing fears

there will be no more sounds save the sound of years,

that pass politely through the gilded glades

where the bird wings bellow like sharpened blades.


Some few may stand in shadows then,

the few that remain to hear the wren

who warbles weakly in her familiar song,

whether time is too short or naught enough long.


There will be no more sounds save the sound of dreams

that beat all too stiffly or rend apart at the seams;

or the wingbeats that balance time on a scale,

like feathers that wither so dreams are as frail.

Submitted: September 21, 2021

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Steven P. Pody

Lost me on the last line, but 'tis a beautiful poem, lovely to read. Thanks for sharing. SPP

Tue, September 21st, 2021 9:34pm


When all that we have left our dreams how strong will they be? Will our dreams be able to stand the test of time? Can a feather last forever? So too do unmet dreams eventually perish.

Tue, September 21st, 2021 2:43pm

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