Uncompleted Sentences
I walk alleys of silence where the lamplight bends, Every echo a story that begins where it ends, Steps fall uneven, like a drunkard in prayer, But the cobbles keep secrets that dissolve in the air. There’s a woman by the river with a face like a song, She is humming to the current, it just carries her along, And the water doesn’t answer but it shimmers with time, Every ripple is a rhythm, every shimmer a rhyme. I remember, half-faded, a streetcar bell, The perfume of the market, the dust where I fell, Someone laughing, someone shouting, then the voices were gone, Only footprints and the faint fading hum of a song. Pages scatter in the wind from a book left behind, Every word half-erased, but it stays in my mind, Like a sentence that never quite learns how to close, Like a rose on the pavement that nobody chose. And the night talks back in a whisper of rain, Tap-tap on the glass like a tapping of pain, Yet it soothes, it reminds me I’m alive in the storm, That the chaos and the silence are the same kind of form. So I write what I see though I see through a haze, Every moment is a mirror in a thousand-mile maze, From the Joyce in my pen to the Dylan in tune, To the Woolf in my silence staring hard at the moon.
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I walk alleys of silence where the lamplight bends, Every echo a story that begins where it ends, Steps fall uneven, like a drunkard in prayer, But the cobbles keep secrets that dissolve in the air. There’s a woman by the river with a face like a song, She is humming to the current, it just carries her along, And the water doesn’t answer but it shimmers with time, Every ripple is a rhythm, every shimmer a rhyme. I remember, half-faded, a streetcar bell, The perfume of the market, the dust where I fell, Someone laughing, someone shouting, then the voices were gone, Only footprints and the faint fading hum of a song. Pages scatter in the wind from a book left behind, Every word half-erased, but it stays in my mind, Like a sentence that never quite learns how to close, Like a rose on the pavement that nobody chose. And the night talks back in a whisper of rain, Tap-tap on the glass like a tapping of pain, Yet it soothes, it reminds me I’m alive in the storm, That the chaos and the silence are the same kind of form. So I write what I see though I see through a haze, Every moment is a mirror in a thousand-mile maze, From the Joyce in my pen to the Dylan in tune, To the Woolf in my silence staring hard at the moon.
Keep up the great work i love the flow really vibing stay lyrical intoned find the rhythm
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