by the color green   Sep 10, 2018

the living room is silent
except for cicadas
and refrigerator humming
as fingers nimbly dance on the keys
to the beat of military drumming.

dirty plates, debris from
a merciless torrent of thoughts,
lay idle in a bustling waste.
the sands of life seep through
my fingers- the only remnants haste.

i clutch desperately
to what's left behind
the dancers frozen on the stage
lights are killed, curtains closed,
nothing left to see here.

if I scour through the crowd,
i'll catch your glimpse in theirs.
and even though I look away,
screw my eyes shut tightly, hoping they obey,
your image is burned there- in my mind.

your presence seeps into the floor
to remain there evermore
buried deep within curry spice,
and no matter how many eons pass
you'll always be with me.

my heart beats like a metronome
piercing through the screaming silence.
a stark reminder of the time I've lost
the things I should've done-
and the things I didn't.


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  • 5 months ago

    by Maple Tree

    This week has brought us several poems filled with thoughts and powerful visuals.
    I am truly amazed with this poem, just beautiful.

    to miss someone so much, that you can sit there and hear every creek in the floor, sights and sounds of loneliness.... its beyond powerful and this poem was just amazing with all that leaves the reader to think, see and feel. Beautiful!

  • 6 months ago

    by deepakchopra

    hi ddavidd

  • 7 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Memories of times gone by can rerun through our minds like a never ending movie. An enjoyable read with excellent visuals. Milly x

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