Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh
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Sometimes, poetry comes out.

Dust, stillness, silence:
A layer to many things
A damped-down feel, a damped-down sound --
Much is filtered. Much is less forceful. Much is too quiet.
A place is merely brushed with its signs of habitation:
-- maybe plants have shown the first signs of wilting
-- maybe a faucet drips...drips...drips...
-- maybe bedsheets are improperly made, pulled up but askew, pillows still impressed with what once lay there
-- maybe a book has fallen over, covers and pages splayed and bending
-- maybe undisturbed spiders and flies find their spaces and corners.
Something is missing.
Some light reaches it. Not as much as expected.
And the dark hours ensure that less light will enter.

Another day. Further dust. Stillness still. Silence stretches.
Entropy on a one-room scale.
The creases, the dust, the draining go on --

Another day.
Another day.
Another day.


Christopher Walsh, 2010


This was written in mind of a friend who I hope is getting better.

© Christopher Walsh, 2010. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christopher Walsh (chris_walsh) with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
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