Noise
Free Verse
Spoken words
ping-pongs across three dimensional space,
and by each resonance
metamorphose into something grander, louder,
uglier —
further away from me.
Whispered secrets
shouted;
a call to arms declared
from a question hesitantly sketched.
To escalating Volume Wars: Where words are reduced to an instrument of victory; a hollow projectile of seperation.
In the land of speakers and no listeners:
A population is shouting from the windows of empty homes.
…
Unspoken words,
echo in the vacant halls of silent minds
and reflect in inwards facing mirrors
which the prints of my oily hands shall never taint.
A carefully curated bouquet
rooted on pages of white,
blooming in greenhouse minds,
with their roots stretching
from my mind to yours,
connected in a dual communication
undisturbed.
…
© 2019 Helene Heid
