4:30am
spelltime hour of silence
light defaces the sky
and sun confronts glass,
i am a discordant instrument
out of tune,
field and track make profiles
in the light,
rabbit flashes white tail
crows beckon with raw calls,
everyone is sleeping,
alone without cellphone coverage
or far reaching internet,
my problems an essential alphabet
to be categorized and processed
without many answers,
flushed with a sense of panic
brighter light folds about me,
besides dad gone since january
people move about my head
reaching for my attention
often stumbling,
sipping coffee
i asked them to be patient
my service was slow
attention would come
from the sleep abandoned
most awake now,
allowing the light to reach my retina
but there it stopped,
inside was still a bleak landscape
of whatever,
and i had not cleaned it up yet
Getting hold of circumstances in the light of a tragedy is tough and well, almost like a blind man’s buff. But life goes on, the dust settles. A very layered verse
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Thank you a lot
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At one time we could be unplugged at 4:30 am… but today it would by a possibility to connect with people in other time-zones… never never by pur selves, still we loneliness is worse than ever.
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spelltime hour of silence…smiles…an out of tune instrument…
makes me think of someone coming down all of online addiction a bit…ha
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probably an end to addiction life has so many all the best Brian
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I especially loved these lines:
‘inside was still a bleak landscape
of whatever,
and i had not cleaned it up yet’
Sounds a little bit like a cross-section of my mind.
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nicely done Chris. Inside was a bleak landscape of whatever and I had not cleaned it up yet, what a cool ending here. Great piece. Thanks
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Thanks and all the best
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there’s a sense of isolation and felt loneliness in this…but also the pausing before something new’s about to start…
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