This modern life

by Allan Haslinds

I awakened to shouting silence,
the absence of whirring breath,
echoing past gold-speckled slabs of midmorning.

From not-so-far, a decidedly flesh-born
chirp mocked the dumb-voiced blank face at my side,
dead in the night without so much as a parting gasp.

Grasping in habit to know how my friends died,
I looked to my green-black window, to see nothing
but a reflection of a sunlit room,
jarring in its lifelessness.


Author's Note: a teeny-tiny bit of a poke.
I'm curious if anyone is "getting" the subject of this poem. It might be too oblique?

  • In response to questions, I've put a short explanation in my journal.

Posted on 04/06/2003
Copyright © 2021 Allan Haslinds

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 04/08/03 at 04:58 PM

it's a great poem....but I'm curious about the subject..can you fill me in. I must have read it 1/2 of dozen times to try to figure it out...yes I'm not that quick.....

Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/08/03 at 08:32 PM

Good read. And thanks for the journal entry. Really made this poem a lot clearer.

Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/08/03 at 10:17 PM

Well.. I think I missed what it is about..... lol other than a riddle to me. Think I will just go sneak a peek at your journal.

Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/08/03 at 10:22 PM

*grinning ear to ear*.. hey I wasn't tooo far off, got the fan and the computer.... Very Good Read! Like not being able to figure it out at a glance, and having to think a bit.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/17/03 at 11:43 AM

I am of the opinion that you should never allow others to repair a structure you build and which is not in need of revision. Nor any to see through your eyes. The work stands on it's own and needs no explanation.

Posted by Alex Smyth on 05/18/03 at 04:18 AM

Wow, de Pinto must be made of steel. My curiosity grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and drug me to the journal. NOW I get it. Keen eye for the things we are spoiled to. (Whew, gotta admit the first read had me a little discomfited about the dead thingie. Midnight strangulations are one of my phobias:)

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/17/03 at 04:39 AM

I could have sworn I commented on this already. I read it long ago and enjoyed it. Enjoyed it the second time also!

Posted by Amy Niggel on 08/04/03 at 05:43 AM

It took me a moment to realize what this was about heh, I am a bit slow on the uptake I suppose. Great poem though the imagery caught me right away.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/09/06 at 07:59 PM

Enjoyed reading this. Nice write. Thanks.

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