DocAndersen
The sound of the door clicking
as
it is shut.
the snick of tumblers turning to
lock in place. the locks secure
but disconnected
locked but securing nothing
we reach for tendrils
of what was once secure
as it flies away not on butterfly wings
but on explosions of spent air
as if discharged
Laughing as it whizzes past
the clicking door to a path
beyond.
until the clicking stops
and the pooled silence
spreads
to fill the room.
all torn from a peaceful moment.
The shattered silence well described.
thanks – it was a difficult time overall but we survived!
wow , so cute baby , thanks for sharing
thanks – they were both really cute!
Reminded me of my favorite Natalie Imbruglia’s song:
?I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel, I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
Wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late
I’m already torn?
ah yeah I’ve heard the song! Nice!
That is so cute photo. He looks so lovely.
thank you so much, they were both really cute!
Beautiful song. It feels like the moment you wrote it
yes I wrote it when the twins were born, on that day while they were sleeping and my wife was sleeping and was just there.
Great use of words I can relate to. Torn from a peaceful moment. Very powerful Doc.
i wrote that poem the day the twins were born. Long story that goes with it.
Good poetry inspiration, my friend … and who’s in the picture?
it is one of the twins when they were really small!
The cutest present in the world!
they sure think they are sometimes!