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The water splashed,
The flowers,
They slowly began to die.
A loud thud,
It exponentially grew,
The fears, slowly multiplied,
I was hearing damage.
Another table fell,
Just like my dreams,
Look where they landed!
I was hearing damage.
I allowed it; subliminal.
Everything was loud,
I was hearing damage,
My heart was the loudest.
-Erick Flores
The idea of "hearing" damage is such a unique and interesting concept.
ReplyDeleteThe last two stanzas are specifically powerful. I could really feel the enigma of damage "exponentially" growing, and things falling apart. A very strong and resounding piece. I loved it...
Aura
Coming from a poet herself! Thank you Aura. Your responses are always captivating. Thank you for being a habitual reader! I appreciate it.
Delete-Erick Flores
Yes the Heart is the only thing that can be heard loud often
ReplyDeleteYes! I am glad you caught the essence of the poem.
Delete-Erick F.
Nice play on words EF, as already stated, a very strong piece indeed.
ReplyDeleteHello sir,
Deleteglad to hear from you. Thank you for reading and commenting. Always a pleasure to have you here.
-Erick F.