Birds Of Wood

Birds Of Wood

Your back, its vague contours
seen against the evening glow
sliding sun in the window.
An indifferent silent statue,
Mute against my desperation

Anxious words
they ricochet and bounce
soundlessly and awkwardly against walls
and fall unused at your feet.

I feel my way to you with outstretched
arms but they meet wood.
Your bark acquiescent, unpleasant.
I caress you with anguished hands,
but they meet resistance.

Your words flow...
A bright river that ripples melodious.
Rivulets of harmonious sound
towards my hope.

But my hearing-starved words drop off the air
as wooden birds that have forgotten how to fly.

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March 10, 2017

Copyright © Darren White

Meeting Silence - revision #1

Your back, its vague contours
seen against the evening glow.
A silent statue,
mute against my desperation.

I feel my way towards you,
try to caress.

Anxious words bounce
against walls,
splinter at your feet.

Your words flow...
Rivulets of harmonious sound.

But my words drop off the air,
wooden birds that forget how to fly.


Meeting Silence - revision #2

Meeting Silence - revision

Your back, its vague contours
seen against the evening glow.
A silent statue,
mute against my desperation.

I feel my way towards you,
rigid caress
My anxious words bounce
on walls,
splinter at your feet.

Your words flow...
Rivulets of harmonious sound.

But my words drop off the air,
wooden birds that forget how to fly.