Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer-Actor - American Historian – Photographer- Dedicated TO Jayde Sherriff
Tragic Disaster and "The Sound of Silence"
This tragic disaster brings to mind Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel's haunting melody, "The Sound of Silence." It echoes the silent battles I've faced, walking daily with the shadow of suicide as my constant companion.
Paul Simon - Domestic abuse
Simon married singer Edie Brickell on May 30, 1992. They have three children: Adrian, Lulu, and Gabriel. On April 26, 2014, Simon and Brickell were involved in a domestic dispute. Each was issued a summons to appear in court on disorderly conduct charges.
Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer-Actor - American Historian – Photographer- Dedicated TO Jayde Sherriff
Tragic Disaster and "The Sound of Silence"
This tragic disaster brings to mind Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel's haunting melody, "The Sound of Silence." It echoes the silent battles I've faced, walking daily with the shadow of suicide as my constant companion.
Paul Simon - Domestic abuse
Simon married singer Edie Brickell on May 30, 1992. They have three children: Adrian, Lulu, and Gabriel. On April 26, 2014, Simon and Brickell were involved in a domestic dispute. Each was issued a summons to appear in court on disorderly conduct charges.
"Somewhere there's somebody who looks just like you do
Acts just like you, too, feels the same way
Somewhere there's a person in a faraway place
With a different name and a face that looks like you"
- Edie Brickell, The Wheel.
From the sixth floor of my office, there are three birds sitting on the top of my car. I wonder what they talk about all this time.
The sun sinks down, reclusive from the longer days.
The heat dips lower, slipping into moderate moodiness.
The shadows grow long, longer than my blond hair, which was dyed two months ago. My dark roots are stubborn, still showing.
While I work, a what could be me slips past me. It chirps a polite excuse me, while I make copies.
Glancing down I notice my shoe is untied.
My perfume of tang and green tea lingers one step behind her.
My skin trembles
I feel the air from the polite stranger, turning around I see she is draped in costly clothes. Black from head to toe.
In my mind, my hands grasp at the threads.
They are thin but strong, they do not break.
Grabbing at the chance of making it out of the doors before they shut.
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