John Lawless Poet Free verse

A Muted Landscape

And so
The words lay idle
Mumbling
“Not me!  Not me!”
For we could be
The catalyst for
Verse,
Or worse.
Let us be
But words
Un-gathered logs
Afraid of fire
Soundless stones
Rolling
In sunrise surf
A wind
Without purpose
A rooster
Tapping the farmer
On the shoulder
Whispering “psst”
A muted moon
Fading silently
Into a day
Without
Poetry

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Lin Lane November 3, 2023 at 4:47 AM I’m always awed by the way your mind works, John. Some words would be better left unspoken or unwritten, but never yours. You turn silence into screams that should be heard and crowing that should be muted. Your thoughts made me recall ‘Sounds of Silence,’ the version sung by Disturbed. Lin Lane November 3, 2023 at 6:44 AM So John, how often do you visit that household? I always appreciate your poetry. John Lawless November 3, 2023 at 6:42 AM Lin, my brother-in-law has a sign, it reads..DO NOT DISTURB--I'M DISTURBED ENOUGH ALREADY. Always appreciate your stopping by to comment

Daisy Meadows November 3, 2023 at 3:57 AM A good poem. Well done. John Lawless November 3, 2023 at 6:42 AM Thanks Jeanette, appreciate the visit

Sam Scott November 3, 2023 at 3:53 AM Wow - I actually find this clever in it's brevity, whatever is your intention John this line "A rooster Tapping the farmer On the shoulder Whispering “psst”" - really speaks to me of a wake-up call. Not all have a voice, but those that do should use it. Fascinating poetry. Kinda like it! (fav) John Lawless November 3, 2023 at 6:47 AM Glad you "kinda like it" Sam, thanks for stopping by to read and comment