11-10-2011, 06:54 PM
Sound ceased. (amended from Cessation of sound)
Movement stilled.
The air filled
with exhaled sighs
and unbelieving,
incomprehensible
cries
from the living.
The dead make no replies.
Avoiding the eyes
of each corpse
the ground patiently waits.
Earth to earth
and dust to dust.
Humanity survives
but only just.
This poem is about 10 years old...and one of the first I ever wrote which didn't stick to an exact rhyme and metre. I read Leanne's Rondeau and the subject brought back memories of this (which made me search it out)
Movement stilled.
The air filled
with exhaled sighs
and unbelieving,
incomprehensible
cries
from the living.
The dead make no replies.
Avoiding the eyes
of each corpse
the ground patiently waits.
Earth to earth
and dust to dust.
Humanity survives
but only just.
This poem is about 10 years old...and one of the first I ever wrote which didn't stick to an exact rhyme and metre. I read Leanne's Rondeau and the subject brought back memories of this (which made me search it out)