Aquarius35
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An experiment with line movement and division.
Anal retentive hacks and iambic obsessives, move on.
WAKE-UP CALL
Out in the raw and early streets
The silence insults the ear;
This night, too many words have spun
Their emptiness into air.
My memory is plagued
By our sleep-worn voices
Croaking their ugly coda of goodbyes,
And even the glittering web of pearls contrived
By the pale dawn spider
Is too flimsy a fabrication
To swaddle away the hurt.
Then as the sun flings
Its eye-stinging spear of light,
A glorious rage of birds
Tears the grey dreams apart,
Reassessing the noises of the night
Into daylight's clearer overture
Pouring sweeter than the rain;
Until one trinity of notes
Lilting at the edge of the morning
Is born to the world's hearing:
"Try again. Try again. Try again."
Anal retentive hacks and iambic obsessives, move on.
WAKE-UP CALL
Out in the raw and early streets
The silence insults the ear;
This night, too many words have spun
Their emptiness into air.
My memory is plagued
By our sleep-worn voices
Croaking their ugly coda of goodbyes,
And even the glittering web of pearls contrived
By the pale dawn spider
Is too flimsy a fabrication
To swaddle away the hurt.
Then as the sun flings
Its eye-stinging spear of light,
A glorious rage of birds
Tears the grey dreams apart,
Reassessing the noises of the night
Into daylight's clearer overture
Pouring sweeter than the rain;
Until one trinity of notes
Lilting at the edge of the morning
Is born to the world's hearing:
"Try again. Try again. Try again."