Wednesday, August 04, 2010


        rattling, clicking, chirping,
        my tumultuous backyard -
        out there are basic songs
        In here behind this screen
        is a quiet life
        with a stray mosquito,
        a small spider meaning me no harm,
        I insulate myself against a noisy dark
        I must learn to express love boldly,
        it is a promise I have made myself
        opposing all the silences
        that have overtaken my life
        Like an insect in the grass
        driven by wordless desires -
        I too have no protection
        Like that insect I call out
        because it is my true song,
        my rattle, my click, my chirp

© Bob Rixon


Older poem. Always liked it.
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