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:inhale:exhale:inhale:
by Lindsay Sanders{kill the whispers}
:inhale:
your eyes proclaim your secret
wish that you could put me on
silent mode, like you do your
cellphone, or mute my voice
like you do your television.
:exhale:
to you, even my desperate
breaths are not more than
whitestorms of useless fury-
like the static that continues to
grow louder or the constant
ringing of a call from the
person you most want to
avoid.
:inhale:
dissolve the electric
confusion that hisses like
fire- lick the stillness like itÂ’s
the slice of newyorkcheesecake
you kept for yourself. even though
you canÂ’t buy silence, you can usually
rent it.
06/14/2004 Author's Note: i don't know if it was my lost muse, but i think i found something. ::edit:: i've done away with the last line due to advice from you guys. :)
Posted on 06/14/2004
Copyright © 2025 Lindsay Sanders
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 06/15/04 at 12:03 AM the last stanza is the most potent and blew me away...kudos... |
| Posted by Stephanie Kent on 06/15/04 at 03:10 AM "even though
you can’t buy silence, you can usually
rent it." Clever:) This has a touch of cynicism without being cynical...if that makes sense! Very refreshing poem, as always, Lindsay.
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| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/17/04 at 02:52 PM Silence? Well, this seems to speak loud and clear, expressing the disturbed silence with every breathe. |
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