DocAndersen
The sound was grating
high pitched wearing your ears
with a smile.
Tearing at you
with the sound of steel
pressing on steel
and tearing
the molecules of air between
apart, the screaming sound
of air ripped in half
left to die
by the metal.
Can you hear it?
or is just me
the sound of air dying
molecules writhing in pain
as split
they cannot reunite
on the ground
by the metal
no longer air.
Wonderful poem and beautiful photo!
i just realized I like the new comment system better, i missed a lot of comments back in the day!
What is the difference in the comment system? I haven’t noticed it
sorry that was supposed to be notification system!
Ah, it makes sense now.
amazing sound like that.
thanks pal, i am glad you enjoyed the post!
hmm,. welcome dude!!!!
you are most welcome – thanks!
A very nice poem. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for your kind words…It means a lot to me!
This is the first poem of yours I read. Love it.
Thank you so much! Poetry is a long time passion of mine!
nice i want to lived in these house
That was our neighbor’s house many years ago. They were really great people. I missed them when they moved to another part of town.
This is wonderful Doc! Hope you make more
Thanks Gina, I have roughly 5 books of poetry over the years to slowly go through. Lots of poems!
Thank you for sharing a wonderful poem.
Thanks! I have a lot of them, some are sadly really bad!
That is okay. At least you are following your passions of writing.
Another whisper of powerful feelings that echoed in my sympathy room.
It came from my sympathy room, so I am glad it resonated with yours!
Yeah! Such is the wave of energy, there is no limit that can block unless insensitivity.