Broken Poema Requiem
Broken Poema Requiem
Putting empty words
On a blank page sounds
Like a broken silence —
Echoing over and over again
In your mind
As you decide against them
And try once more.
The first time sounds like
Crackling wood
At a bonfire,
Ash rising in the night sky
Like the words in your throat —
You spit them out
On the flames to
Ride them to the stars,
But it all just goes up
In plumes of smoke.
The next few times sound like
A leaking faucet,
The drips pitter-patter
Like the beat of the song
You cannot remember —
The lyrics? What are the lyrics?
But the thought slips out of your head
Like water down a drain.
When the words finally
Stay for a while,
They sound a little different,
Like a broken record
On repeat —
But only the best part.
You listen again and again
Until the words don’t sound
Like words anymore.
You’re left without language,
So you cling to sound.
They come alive now,
Playing their
Just for us.