The earth is slipping and what of You?

by Andrea Colton

The earth is slipping and you...
you are a grey cold thing.
Stroking your distended veins with his breath,
a silly boy put his ear to the palm of your hand
(He could’ve sworn he heard music...)
I sought him out to render his conviction futile
Staring is not seeing
yet, he continued on with an inexorable ambition, unheeding,
only to collide with you...finding yourself and your entirety
said I, weeping in conclusion.
and silence is nothing.
You are inaudible—achromatic.
And left him sober.


Author's Note: For a friend turned foe.

Posted on 08/13/2010
Copyright © 2019 Andrea Colton

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Stephan Anstey on 08/13/10 at 07:09 PM

Worst kind of foe, definitely.

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 08/13/10 at 08:32 PM

"Staring is not seeing" ... much truth here =)

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/14/10 at 07:19 PM

I like how this whole thing is put together. Especially liked the feel to that second line.

Posted by Charlotte Smith on 08/16/10 at 04:48 AM

I love the contradictions between the physical and metaphorical. The words are strong and carry a lot of meaning - it has a great feel to it.

Posted by Steve Michaels on 04/23/13 at 04:22 PM

Congrats on POTD!

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