sandpapering insomnia
By Taunting The Reaper
often I find
things to say
that need to be said
before bed
these words are the sandpaper
that smooth off the sharp edges
inside
and when I write them down
they become the piano keys
to play my silent symphony with
as each fingertip taps
each key
my dark music spills forth
catching a zephyr
like a breeze catches smoke
riding it
swirling up into nothing
as it glides apart
freeing me
from it
in the most subtle motion
almost inert
as it finds its escape
between the remarkable possibilities
that surface in its absence
and the pain of sharp edges
floats out of view
as each note takes flight
I might just sleep tonight
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© 2008 William Bermudez
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On Sunday, September 21, 2008, RubyXero
(484) wrote:
wow...even your poem about poems is wicked. loved the description; especially with the piano keys. that was a beautiful image.
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On Friday, September 19, 2008, Lylani
(116) wrote:
I know this feeling of emptying yourself of all the inspirations and ideas, this is a beautiful piece. I really loved "and when I write them down they become the piano keys to play my silent symphony with " -stunning
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A former member wrote:
this was very powerful and so amazing.
it took my breath away. ~ hdb.
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On Wednesday, September 17, 2008, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
Beautiful piece! "swirling up into nothing as it glides apart freeing me from it in the most subtle motion" - love the imagery in this one. Ciao, T/S