"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Friday, September 9, 2011

Listen.

Listen
for the sound
of a soft sigh
a tired eye
for the locked up boys
and all the caged up joys.
Listen
for the sound
of a song fading out
a withering sprout.
Listen
for the sound
of an unsung hero
the washed up zero.
I listen for the sound
of something
I've not yet found.

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A spur of the moment poem. I'm not much for rhymes usually, but I just felt like today I needed to write something and that something just happened to rhyme.

3 comments:

  1. this is good...lyrical, you've got your flow going JB

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  2. yes! i dig the rhymes. i can hear this one.

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  3. Now you see, this is fun. I like this style of writing - contrary to what some self-proclaimed poets say, it's not lazy - it's fun - there's a difference.

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