Pass over
Brittle trees,
Their hymn lays silent
No sound in a sunless sky
Staunch moments, hit
-a mood that’s quiet
A hush, consumes a bed of sighs
Silent calls
Will go answered
Distant mouth and voiceless words
Phone sits silent, fallen franker
Lips are waiting for their turn
Silent mogetting over you poemson
Is slowly coming
Washing, what the day has done
Quiet mouth, the time has fallen
Nothing waned, is ever won
Copyright DragonLady 2008
Are you tired of waiting for the phone to ring? A stand off with a lover? Realizing that not talking in not resolving? These are the thoughts I get as I read yougetting over you poemsr poem. Your first five lines set the tone wonderfully.
the silence.......
......in each void....
...is numb......
I know how you feel....all too well.
I like this. Good pen!
Waiting seems like an eternity....for something that may never come...
Don't wait too long!
nfd?
we wait for answers
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