I started writing this on Friday. It's far from perfect, and I might change things around, but it's done for now. It's a narrative poem whose main character loses hope, hears a familiar sound from heaven, and finds himself alive again. It's a spin off of a poem I wrote on as part of another post in January. In any case, I hope you like it.
Noise
Silent songs stop playing
Through chambers cupped and curved
Through insides of once softened space
Through dreams once less deserved
Familiar sound pours forth past gates
Past sentries long in dream
Reaching ears that long went deaf
To roar its endless theme
Piercing past the sound of noise
Through whispers breathed for free
Booming, distant, fast-felt sky
Makes its quiet mark on me
On again, and up to play
Songs come from deep below
May not be played for list’ning ears
Still thunder soft and slow
Mirroring their master’s tune
With awkward tarnished rings
Played through doubt on hopeful frets
Play silence on their strings.
Noise
Silent songs stop playing
Through chambers cupped and curved
Through insides of once softened space
Through dreams once less deserved
Familiar sound pours forth past gates
Past sentries long in dream
Reaching ears that long went deaf
To roar its endless theme
Piercing past the sound of noise
Through whispers breathed for free
Booming, distant, fast-felt sky
Makes its quiet mark on me
On again, and up to play
Songs come from deep below
May not be played for list’ning ears
Still thunder soft and slow
Mirroring their master’s tune
With awkward tarnished rings
Played through doubt on hopeful frets
Play silence on their strings.
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