1. Mike Powell

    I really like this short poem, Damien. As it reads, it echoes the words of a Simon and Garfunkel song of my youth, especially these verses:

    Hello darkness, my old friend
    I’ve come to talk with you again
    Because a vision softly creeping
    Left its seeds while I was sleeping
    And the vision that was planted in my brain
    Still remains
    Within the sound of silence

    In restless dreams I walked alone
    Narrow streets of cobblestone
    ‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
    I turned my collar to the cold and damp
    When my eyes were stabbed by
    The flash of a neon light
    That split the night
    And touched the sound of silence

    As I slowly read each of your words, Damien, I almost anticipated the final word to be “seen” and my mind contemplated the notion of a silence that could be seen.

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thanks Mike. Simon and Garfunkel are art crafted so carefully into lyrics.
      It’s such a challenge to do such a short poem but that for me is the mathematics of poetry, to convey with a certain degree of considered calculation

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