a harp unstrung

Song of Silence


the population
in the
hallway
its so many
not the truth
and i’d better
stop singing
the quartets
come close
a memory
haunting
this minute
a wind howling
us and them
wrapped and adjoined
searching
enjoy the warning
for what happens next
the lyrics escape me
the setting is clear
so many times
a lullabye
traveling in time
to listen
a thought, despite
the tragedy sleeping
in the right direction
but your cup is empty

 

Copyright © 2013 by Jo Heck and Rippled Words

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