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Over the Oeuvre of Disruption (with Vince Blake)
by Amie GoldaThe sound of
Fresh chalk screeching
on a rubbery clean backboard;
Your teeth grinding against each other in your skull;
Rubber tires halting, screaming deafeningly on the pavement;
Rubber rubbing against rubber;
Ice crushing ice in the blender or your mouth;
And metal grazing metal or scraping enamel off your teeth,
Each sound making your skin crawl,
Each soundwave a tsunami,
Beating against an empty beach where
the symphony of unsaid words
that we compose with each passing day
is played for deaf passersby.
02/04/2010 Author's Note: Amended as instructed...This is now an unintentional collab with Vince Blake ;)
Posted on 02/04/2010
Copyright © 2025 Amie Golda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 02/04/10 at 06:22 AM first off, I like, second, I agree the title is long, I think stating annoying noises is not required since you aptly discribe within! |
| Posted by V. Blake on 02/04/10 at 06:45 AM Second stanza sucked. Otherwise, pretty awesome stuff. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/05/10 at 04:37 PM Well I didn't see the original but I will say that I love the title and I love the piece -even if it did make my jaw clench while I thought about some of those sounds!!!! |
| Posted by Michael Defries on 02/09/10 at 06:17 AM It irks me! Nice! never thought I would feel nails against a blackboard through words... |
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