Echo
By zuzus petals
Uprooted,The legs of A thousandUnknown soldiers flyLike thin rice paper Strung in sentencesDraping crudely on wet cementWith the faint Sound of waterLapping against ceramic.'I wish to bring our worlds together'Said like the ricochet of Two marbles On a roundabout Path to the sunThose words Whispered softly In a thousand Different languages Leaving a prophetic ringAround each orbiting planetWhich screams to me And only me'The snow will come again'And each time it doesCovering up Fragmented visions ofOrigami figuresAnd the beating ofPaper wingsAgainst dense airAlong thePerpetual motionOf the Earth's orbitDo I dareTo graze the sunWith my memoriesOf these wingsTo scorch their surfaceWith sunlightAnd melt the delicate plumage?Do I dare To cut across the skyLeaving smoke rings In my wake?Do I dare to Whisper towards infinity'The snow will come again'And know my wordsWill echo back to meAnd only me?I bring water To dustAnd dust to waterKnowing any momentA swift gustOf my own vibratoMay tear me to my kneesMy own voiceWill reverberate'I wish to bring Our worlds together With scorched wingsAnd soft summer breezesWhich whisper In so many tongues'Then I crouch lowWaiting for an answerKnowing there isNo one else To respondExcept my own voiceHoarse and tired From the journey.this isn't like the poems I usually write but I must say that while writing this particular poem I found it quite therapeutic because I've had so much on my mind (as you can tell from the poem maybe a little too much hehe) Written August 29th, 2001 © on Aug 29 2001 06:31 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Uprooted,The legs of A thousandUnknown soldiers flyLike thin rice paper Strung in sentencesDraping crudely on wet cementWith the faint Sound of waterLapping against ceramic.'I wish to bring our worlds together'Said like the ricochet of Two marbles On a roundabout Path to the sunThose words Whispered softly In a thousand Different languages Leaving a prophetic ringAround each orbiting planetWhich screams to me And only me'The snow will come again'And each time it doesCovering up Fragmented visions ofOrigami figuresAnd the beating ofPaper wingsAgainst dense airAlong thePerpetual motionOf the Earth's orbitDo I dareTo graze the sunWith my memoriesOf these wingsTo scorch their surfaceWith sunlightAnd melt the delicate plumage?Do I dare To cut across the skyLeaving smoke rings In my wake?Do I dare to Whisper towards infinity'The snow will come again'And know my wordsWill echo back to meAnd only me?I bring water To dustAnd dust to waterKnowing any momentA swift gustOf my own vibratoMay tear me to my kneesMy own voiceWill reverberate'I wish to bring Our worlds together With scorched wingsAnd soft summer breezesWhich whisper In so many tongues'Then I crouch lowWaiting for an answerKnowing there isNo one else To respondExcept my own voiceHoarse and tired From the journey.this isn't like the poems I usually write but I must say that while writing this particular poem I found it quite therapeutic because I've had so much on my mind (as you can tell from the poem maybe a little too much hehe)..."