Best Visionarysound Poems
Frozen rain fell from the pane of her window as she woke to the sound of whispering
voices:
"Daphne! Wake up! Get out of your bed, walk spiralling stairs to the doors in your
head!"
Coral and iris then glittered the night, like a shattered shimmer of fluorescent lights,
She stared at herself like a wax crocodile, with emerald eyes and a chainsaw smile.
Glistening tinsel wrapped her christmas tree teeth, like flowers and sorrow would clasp
to grief
Firework's flares scattered showers from her eyes, technicolor branches grew out from
her spine
Burnt orange clouds bled onto sangria sky, below swam a sea of lime cactus wine
Figures like trees shivered panics from afar, a glowing haze cast from morning soaked
stars
Her senses tingled, her concerns split in half, the only sound in her head was her
animated laugh
Sprays and leaks spewed from her oil spill hair as she watched the wind curl in the
arylide air
With emerald eyes, and a chainsaw smile, suspended she strolled through euphoria's
isles
Floating like a ghost, in a crystal lit ocean, her eyelids closed, like sunsets in slow
motion...
Everything is deathly still in the grey office lounge.
A young man sits as silent as the plants beside the door.
Not a drop of wind stirs, not a sound nor greeting heard
Except for the man biting his nails down to the quick.
Licking dry lips nervously from time to time
He casts eyes towards the clock every few seconds,
but even time stands still.
He crosses his legs shaking one foot at
a steady rythm…. One. two …one.. two
Yet no one moves ,no one speaks
Then as his name is called rigid knees thrown suddenly into action
crack awake as the man lurches forward with stiffened gait
a confident smile flashing accross his face.
but I feel something more, something he endeavors to conceal.
I feel the electrified tension ricochet off those grey walls
shocking my scalp with static volts.
I hear too his erratic heart beats and sense the paralyzing panic
ripping through his gut.
And in that quiet office building these transmitted sensations
are louder even than the sound of silence.