They Who Sleep Need Little Air

by slighte   Nov 8, 2010


Your heart is
beating,
but it is not a symphony.
You are bars of

rest

but you are not sleeping.
i carve crescents into the sky and
your eyelids punish your pupils and
you are in the woods,
lost
in trees, too many trees.
Too many people, too much noise.

There is a melody in
your throat, and you would
sing it if it weren't so
quiet.

You cannot be heard. That is
what happens when you
don't make a
sound.

At night the wind sounds like winter.

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  • 13 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Excellent line breaks. This poem is immense in its depth and intricacies. You've tied in remnants of fleeting, seemingly unrelated wonderings into a concise, strong introspective and relatable piece. I found myself wondering afterward. Very pleasant, thank you.

  • 14 years ago

    by Lu

    Congrats on your front page win.

    You cannot be heard. That is
    what happens when you
    don't make a
    sound.

    At night the wind sounds like winter.
    ^^
    Truly LOVED this ending

  • 14 years ago

    by Jad

    What a wonderful and thought provoking write. I found this very interesting and unique. The way you went about describing things was great and there was some imagery also I found that I liked. The simplicity of this poem makes it very enjoyable and also how it makes a person think. All in all, you did a great job with this poem and also I would like to congratulate you on your Win. A truly deserving poem. Great job and keep writing.

  • 14 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Mmhh, very interesting work..I like how it is unusual and very provocative.

    Well done, keep writing.

    5/5 Ingrid

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