A Vacant Chamber
He did not tell her the truth.
He let her think the seashell's whisper
Was the song of a windswept ocean,
His mouth to her ear the roar
Of waves, his breath
A sigh from the deeps.
How she swam in the seashell's seas!
Felt the currents and kicked with them,
Far and further from the shore -
An empty sky, a screaming wind,
Racing white-capped waves
And the chill of the infinite
Seeping through her heart.
Lost in troughs of swell
She closed her eyes and drowned.
*
Would it have been better
If he had explained to her
How ambient sound
Swirls round and round
Disintegrating codelessly
In a vacant chamber?
That the white-noise
Is not even the trace
Of hot blood circulating?
Would she have crawled from the surf
And collapsed on a shore of sand,
Then later, in the sunshine,
Have wept to watch the shattered shell
And silica clutched in her hand
Pour away like childish dreams?


Comments: 46
Great poem.
And a word to Russell. The wisest of men are those who understand how little they know.
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This is great, literally, metaphorically, -- really!
be well
This was indeed a very beautiful poem.
Of waves, his breath
A sigh from the deeps.
(I love this stanza - oh how those little whispers do roar)
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WOW - how passionate! You're writing is AWESOME Mike!