The wind, the scream - Original Poem

in #poetry6 years ago
Loneliness is a topic that has many layers, one on top of the other. The scabs are removed and never heal. On the contrary, new ways of distracting it appear, making it deeper. We see how we are more alone with so much company, how we create more personal spaces for the deaf. We become more and more anonymous ... more layers, more masks. Yes, we see, yes we believe, yes, we share it or at least we try; but, every day there is more emptiness. There is something of this in the poem that I present to you today. As always, waiting for your kind look and that you like it.

The musical theme that I connect with this creation, between the lines, is: Damien Rice | It's Takes A Lot To Know A Man

"If the doors of perception were purified, everything would appear to men, as it really is: infinite, for man has closed himself in until he sees all things through the narrow slits of his cave""

William Blake


The wind, the scream



The loneliness of the wind
          it is a lament inside a grotto

The wind howls,
the wind psychophonizes,
the wind overwhelms.

Why?

We are strong isolates

The face looks
          But in?

Who knows what's inside?

Only the wind

Closer to minds,
farther from the bodies,
closer to the noises,
farther, silence;
more alone, just
the only thing is the wind,
in.

There is nothing in the scream.
The vacuum hides it.
It's a naked silence
so,
background,
of clothes.

We are using wind,
          deaf and silent

Alone

Moving away from the world,
          screaming inside.

Original poem by @zeleiracordero



Source of images:

1-Ear of the wind
2-Alone
3-Trapped in life

June 22, 2018

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I enjoyed reading the lonely and whispering howl of your winds.

Closer to minds,
farther from the bodies,
closer to the noises,
farther, silence;
more alone, just
the only thing is the wind,
in.

I really have to attend the poetry class to understand the deeper meanings

Thanks for reading and commenting, @sayee.

Thanks you for sharing your poem and heart :)

Can anyone hear the screams of a voice held inside a glass jar?

Who knows by the wind...

A voice carries a message and then dissapears

Thank you for commenting on your impressions, my dear friend!

I'm always surprised at the intensity of your lyrics, @zeleiracordero:

Moving away from the world,
screaming inside.

Definitile, only the wind would know. Fortunately, some people come to our lives like made of wind; they get in and make of our world a fresher place to be.

Thanks for sharing ♥

(I'm coming back to upvote)

Thank you, dear Marlyn! You yourself are one of those people "made of wind" that refreshes the space that touches.

You're too kind, @zeleiracordero ♥ Your words come from the wind for sure ☻ I'll work to deserve them.

The loneliness of the wind
it is a lament inside a grotto

As usual, amazing imagery! What are you smoking in Venezuela?

Ha ha ha... very funny!

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