terrible wish that all will be fine
screaming in a foggy night
without a sound heard
by any ear
but the one in your head
a kind of madness
that sound begets
hardly delicate --
klaxon's shriek of awareness
sounding doom on one note only
sounded first on first day
plays
long through years
'til last day
in human ears
loudest at the end --
then silent
over -- it's over
silence gathers
gladly
omniscience
alive if not well
a starship traveling
infinity alone
to end and back again
torn -- trying to be whole
in cold of space --
can still be heard
klaxon's holler
mindlessly braying
on one note.
vcp
3 December 2010
Comments
Ian,
Ian,
I guess I don't see the complexity as you have, but that's ok, and understandable.
Thanks for the read.
Victor
this poem needs more dialogue
It has a powerful feel but I can't quite place where it needs work.
Memorable
Wonder where Victor is.
Wonder where Victor is.
Mindless braying.... I do that too...