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Interruptions

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Sitting, listening to voices;
harsh, calm, strange-
and silent.

Waiting for something
to happen-
For perhaps a miracle...

When this turbulent sea
of wasted breath
shall sink into peace.

Stillness will pervade...

But before that
there'll be that ominous,
almost disconcerting calm...

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Anonymous said…
Gave me shivers. I read this whilst looking out at a blood red moon, hanging low in the sky. Great.
2:02 AM
Nicole Braganza said…
definitely something unsettling about this poem. glad uyou're back btw... :)
12:44 PM
Elixir said…
*smiles* n why do i relate to that now??!!!
12:18 AM
Shubhodeep said…
thanks all...from today, I'm definitely back...cheers!!
8:14 PM
Roger Stevens said…
Nice poem. very atmospheric. Welcome back.
2:12 AM
. : A : . said…
Beautiful lines.

"When this turbulent sea
of wasted breath
shall sink into peace.
Stillness will pervade..."

Good to see your new blog. Thanks for the link.
1:17 PM
Jyotsna said…
I liked this,a sense of stillness and anticipation in this poem!
:)
12:36 PM
iamnasra said…
Waiting for something
to happen-
For perhaps a miracle...

It was while that i waited
for mircale to happen
but they happen when you try to make things happen I guess

Thank you for visiting my blog...
1:14 AM
Russell Ragsdale said…
So troubled thoughts turn then to calm reflexion/ And in a pool it gathers for all to come and see themselves...

Very nice, powerful poem. Enjoyed it much and will be back for more!
8:11 AM
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