there is this sound
like doors closing, in a hollow apartment,
or in the hidden hallways of a doctor's office
filled only with white leather chairs and dead air
it's an empty sound
hiding behind accoustic polyweb strings
that have never been played
in the corners of a room that forgot
how to laugh
where men died of cancer
and pictures of saints gathered dust
it is the sound of a ribcage
cracking
of jaw bones breaking
when they try to smile
it is
what it sounds like
with you
gone.
Comments
lenchenelf | May 6, 2009 - 22:16
Liked the effect you've achieved with attention to space to emphasise the sound, or lack of. atb Lena
tcook | May 7, 2009 - 09:19
Wonderful, as always - one slight niggle - it should be 'acoustic', not 'accoustic'!
Nathan Bednarek | May 7, 2009 - 13:17
Phew. Yes, this is what I call an atmospheric poem. I agree with Lena; the use of space and sound in this poem is perfectly captured. It almost bounces around in my head when I read this poem ;-)
Yes, it should be 'acoustic', but other than that, it is a poem very much worthy of the cherry. Well done xox
Nathan.
nancy_am | May 10, 2009 - 17:08
Thank you so much!
How is it that all this time I've been convinced that it's accoustic?
MistakenMagic | May 10, 2009 - 17:38
'in the corners of a room that forgot
how to laugh'
Love this line! A brilliantly haunting poem.
Magic xxx