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.