A Voice in the Dark | Shubhodeep Pal

The grey noise ebbs suddenly away, Leaves me in a quaint reverie— Sporadic thoughts, assuaging ruminations hold sway— Distant companions to every Swift, slow or wild mood of mine. The madrone Hills fade surreptitiously in the eerie sunset— I get up. Moonlight. I am on my own; Quietly I vanish into the glowing shadow belt. 55 word poem

A blur of voices: rising, ebbing, flowing through a constricted channel of ever-evasive peace. Swerving, twisting and turning till a whale of volatile emotions appear only to vanish in another whimsical, caustic moment. Curving and bending through an intricate maze of lost memories, distorted situations, places… Warped through time, shaken about the globe, fractured by silence, dispersed in the noise. Somewhere, somehow, the meaning is lost and the recognition vanishes…