graphite and steel
.
I hear the squeal far beyond the door
graphite and steel
curriers of commotion
elsewhere
Not in here
they sneak in with slender light
hinting to the shroud of day
Here those sounds are filtered thru silence
and shadow
Stillness holds the air
and the world is
far
far
away
.
March 26, 2008 at 3:36 pm
smooth-
like
flowing
water.
March 26, 2008 at 4:44 pm
beautiful…….great layout too.
March 26, 2008 at 6:28 pm
Lovely, cocooned inside, whilst the world spins
March 26, 2008 at 10:35 pm
It’s always good to see a poem about silence or other abnormal sounds of life, and it’s strange to think that silence should become the abnormal thing. The intrusion of life into that silence should be the abnormal thing. Indeed, I’d like to keep graphite and steel outside my door also, but they always find some way of creeping in.
excellent poem
March 26, 2008 at 11:33 pm
I had to read it a few times. Good work!
March 27, 2008 at 6:10 am
I had to look currier up, it says someone who does the last bit of dressing of hide before it goes to the leathermaker. Very subtle and kind of haunting, just traces of being,
March 27, 2008 at 10:37 am
I like it.
March 27, 2008 at 2:28 pm
I like how you play with form, very cool poem.
March 27, 2008 at 5:40 pm
Ozy, words that are speaking volumes!!
March 27, 2008 at 8:31 pm
Your play with words is amazing..
March 27, 2008 at 8:58 pm
You hit the ball out of the park on this one.
March 27, 2008 at 11:33 pm
and the world is far, far, away….whhoooooo…shivers.