The Lost (Poetry) Weekend
Do my two days of silence even leave a space
in the worldwide tsunami of creative words?
the unspoken verse a tree fallen silently in the woods,
a silent scream frozen in oil paint.
Mute witness to the storytelling fossil
thrown to the surface by the explosions of mining,
did the space I left allow bodies of heroes to fall from the sky,
adding their blood to an unholy place,
my unused words used to form a vile prayer
in the mouths of the learned?
©Noreen Braman
Do my two days of silence even leave a space
in the worldwide tsunami of creative words?
the unspoken verse a tree fallen silently in the woods,
a silent scream frozen in oil paint.
Mute witness to the storytelling fossil
thrown to the surface by the explosions of mining,
did the space I left allow bodies of heroes to fall from the sky,
adding their blood to an unholy place,
my unused words used to form a vile prayer
in the mouths of the learned?
©Noreen Braman
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