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Silence.

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The only light on is in my corner,
The rest of my room is in the dark.
Outside the world is shrouded in fog,
Long limbed shadows flicker outside.
I’m the only one alive, sitting here in the dark,
Except for the noisy ducks on the waters,
And the whispering ghosts.

Updated 11-26-2009 at 06:24 PM by andave_ya

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  1. DanielBenoit's Avatar
    What a haunting atmosphere! The shadows feel so impressionistic. I loved the final line, but the preceding one bothered me a bit. Believe me, I have no problem with the "noisy ducks", but "on the pond" feels too comforting, "on the waters" maybe?
  2. andave_ya's Avatar
    good idea! that would work quite nicely!
  3. mtpspur's Avatar
    And what do the ghosts whisper of in the quiet hours??? Travelers on there way to and fro in the land perhaps.
  4. Virgil's Avatar
    My dear Andy is becoming a poet. This is nice. I think "waters" is an improvement. I'm not sure if it's any less comforting but I do like that way the final "s" sound couples with the final "s" in ghosts. It does close the poem nicer.

    Hey I heard from my wife (she must have noticed it on Facebook I guess or somewhere else) that you spent Thanksgiving alone on campus? Ah, I hope you're not too lonely there. Why don't you get on Sodahead and get into a brawling discussion?
  5. andave_ya's Avatar
    not of travelers, but of the whisper of papers ruffled by the wind, and the tired, curious young people bustling around not two days before...

    Thanks!
    I did spend Thanksgiving alone, by my choice. In fact I wrote this poem on Thanksgiving. I genuinely was sitting there in the dark, enjoying the peace and quiet. It was eerily foggy outside - "shrouded in mist" takes on a whole new meaning - and there was a crew of ducks quaking on the lake. I watched hours and hours of brainless stuff, ate college-kid type food, and did homework .