Silence

by N J Thornton   Feb 26, 2007


Impatient fingernails - tap
racing the shifts of moment.
Inert limbs -
shackled by a throbbing
subconscious,
imitate the potent sighs.

And sour squints
dribble ants,
as itchy scrapes
vibrate the mucky board.

Silence -

perplexed jaws.

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  • 17 years ago

    by umbra

    Hmm, you always create great images, but it is hard to understand the point of the poem. Perhaps show how this is a portrayal of boredom at school? At least that is my interpretation.

  • 17 years ago

    by supaflyhonkyguy

    Damn this poems sends a shock through you so well you just cant but read it twice

  • 17 years ago

    by Cella Bella

    I love the style of your writting. I love small poems with tons of meaning. I think it's a harder task then going on forever, with useless repetition. And more than anything, I enjoy your use of vocab. amazing...
    5/5

    marcella

  • 17 years ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    Wow. Incredible. Such little a poem means so very much. Very good job at attracting my attention, and awesome job at leaving me hanging wanting more... with such little before.

    Inspiring, and i love your style and form.
    5/5
    ~yellowfeverlime

  • 17 years ago

    by Fredy

    Really well worded, great job

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