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Click hereWith the crack of distant breaking trees,
Unheard and unseen,
Darkness and silence settles upon the house.
The furnace dies with a groan,
The game goes dark and silent,
My children's playstation ceases
And I sit entombed in ice,
My thoughts and fancies
But the worms of decay and corruption.
For it's not a spring rain outside the window,
Not a gentle spring rain that paints the scene
Of my sins in a wash of forgetful green,
Nor a summer rain fit to float Noah's ambitious cargo,
Flooding streets and basements in its eagerness,
Nor a longed for fall rain
That breaks drought's iron grip,
No, no, it's a grim gray rain
That freezes what it touches.
Parked cars, wires, waiting trash and branches
All gleam with a dull unhealthy pallor
And the old look out at black pavement and shudder.
You call, "Let's get the camping lantern
And play Monopoly round the kitchen table",
But I'm entombed in ice, hard as marble,
The fragmentary words that penetrate
Echo random, without connection or pattern.
My cell rings, her voice goes,
"Gary'll be salting the roads all night,
The power's out, Darling, I don't like the silence."
Passing the kitchen and the lantern light
I see in your lit faces how the future
Might flow straight and easy to its end.
I say, "The servers've crashed, I have to go in."
The power returns as I lie melted and spent
After yet another coupled death
Encased in another man's scent.
"That's better," she whispers,
Her head resting drowsy upon my shoulder.
I close my eyes, blocking the light.
The rocking of the bed'd stopped all thought
Bringing with it counterfeit life and delight.
Now I think of the unseen power company crew
And how ultimately their work is for naught.
that came out of my mouth was, wow.Not quite sure how I feel about it, impressed with the skill, cold from the chill it evokes and heavy with guilt as though I was the one who has just lain with another man's wife. So again I say,wow. Not entirely sure I am grateful that you write well enough to suck me in so deeply, but glad I stopped by to read. I'll be sure to look at your other submissions and keep an eye out for new ones. :) S.S.
images you have laid out clearly
with pen, and ice. The cold does
bring about the true form of ones
perspective, and left you no doubt
basking in the sweet glows of its
aftermath. Very deep and thought
provoking...
I loved it !! *****
sGp
I cannot begin to tell you how much I like this poem. Vivid imagery with so much said and yet, one look's behind each stroke to see the essence of each word fall and sink, deep. Like sweet wine, I wanted to hold it on my tongue and taste, it's exquisiteness. You hold the reader in your palm with this one ad I for one, loved it ~~ Thank You for sharing ...