Making a Difference?!


The silence of splinters seems to ache;
Words fail to carry my vibrant voice;
What is left is but shatters of shape.

The distortion brings upon a wave;
Impressions are created that fade;
What remain are the shadows of life.

Take the dust of my immortal soul;
Sprinkle it over a world so bold;
What is birthed is apparent absence.

What do words truly mean?
What do meanings convey?
Perhaps just nothingness,
And a handful of dust:
That makes all the difference.

K. Q., I'm glad to see you are back writing again. Were you on vacation for a while? I enjoyed this poem, especially this stanza:

Take the dust of my immortal soul;
Sprinkle it over a world so bold;
What is birthed is apparent absence.

Les

Thanks a lot Les. I do value your comments.
Yes , I was on vacation and went with my family to Aqaba, a Jordanian city at the Red sea. It was very nourishing. But it was amazing how I simply was flushed out of the forum in a week's time!
Thanks again!

Post Edited (07-14-04 02:47)

K.Q.,

Interesting poem,

"What do words truly mean?
What do meanings convey?"

I've often found it to be true that it doesn't matter what you say but how you say it. Hope you enjoyed the vacation.

john

Thanks John. I appreciate your taking the time to read and respond! I did enjoy it , especially the wonderous sea! I'll be writing about it soon , as it has definitely inspired me!

Another powerful read! I agree with Les that the 3rd stanza is particularly good, but the concluding stanza is fantastic as well. I look for ward to reading more of your work.

--Monique

Thanks. I really am flattered! Thank you again, I'm glad you enjoyed it!