Dark
The windows shut
The curtains drawn
Strains of music
Somewhere
Someone sobbing
Softly
Whispered condolences
Shadows and Echoes
Hurried footsteps
A gasp
A dull thud
A heartbeat.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Hurt
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
It is a quiet room
Dark
The windows shut
The curtains drawn
Strains of music
Somewhere
Someone sobbing
Softly
Whispered condolences
Shadows and Echoes
Hurried footsteps
A gasp
A dull thud
A heartbeat.
Dark
The windows shut
The curtains drawn
Strains of music
Somewhere
Someone sobbing
Softly
Whispered condolences
Shadows and Echoes
Hurried footsteps
A gasp
A dull thud
A heartbeat.
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1 comments:
I thought at first the poem was saying that "hurt is a quiet room" - which it is not! :-)
Very evocative Maya.
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