Silent Stares
The rattling clamor of empty beds,
beautiful echoes in memories of those who tamed
the shrieking iron steeds coaxed
along the rails of time, now sit in silence -
out to pasture rusting, and like the bones of life
return to dust
The hiking trails that fill the void
through quiet country forests -
along the beds where the mute trod and trip,
peripheral attention more easily managed
than on the rocky root strewn trails.
There is no space for flora and fauna
beyond their phones intoxicating glare,
and the silence that consumes all thought
within its purview -
no memories of value in their wake,
just faces lost within the texts
as the rattling clamor sits void and still...
inspired by the Sounds of Silence contest - not entered
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2019
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