I can’t make the sound of silence
I can‘t make the sound of alone.
Perhaps it is a cold steel
tap, tap, tap
the knocking of no one being home.
Tap, tap, tap on the window
brightly lit, colors and sounds.
Tap, tap, tap
as my footsteps walk past
I can’t walk through that door on my own.
As I seek out points of interest
or things that might entertain
I tap, tap, tap on the keys of this board
in my search for a place of my own.
There is nothing here, nothing for me
as I wonder just where I should go
I can tap, tap, tap
I can rap, rap, rap
on this door but no one is home.
* For dVersepoets.com Onomato-Poetics *
so sad....alone is so sad...hopefully the narator will find that place...i have hope...smiles. nice capture in teh sounds though...
ReplyDeleteoh, yes, the tapping and the rapping are great sounds for this poem. reminds me of the sadness in Poe's The Raven.
ReplyDeletei like how you see tap tap as the sound of silence
ReplyDeletebumble bee
Cool take on the prompt!
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