Words, wordplay, reading, and writing have been favorites of Liz's since early childhood. She enjoys exploring science and science fiction.
roars in my brain.
Tuned out---to me;
your empty music; TV blaring,
Its noise; not to hear,
but to insulate.
"Hush! I-wanna-hear-this-song! Are-you-done-talking-now?!"
Your mindless listening-not to a TV show
has walled me into
a chasm of silence that screams in my soul.
the distant moon
This poem came to life almost of its own volition, pre-written, and all I had to do was grab a pencil and scribble it down.
The impetus was just such a scene as described, with my then-teenage daughters, and I was so distraught at not being able to 'get through' to them. I had no recourse but to walk away, lest I do or say something I'd later regret, and so I walked out into the yard, and beheld the full moon. It was when I came back inside that the poem happened.
© 2012 Liz Elias