We were the sea and soil, the withered green
We were the burning ice and blazing night.
But we were crushed by weight of dawn.
We were the fragrant rose, the earth-worm’s scent
We were the rainbow’s end and desert’s sand.
But we were drowned in silent noise.
How did you count the endless days?
How did you measure smothered breath?
How did you choose your destiny?
And while we are chatting busy waiting.
We know the sense of screaming stillness
that always echoes afterwards.
Today it’s my turn to have the prompt for MTB at dVerse, and I thought we would play with opposites, or the concept of antithesis. Many times things are actually better describes as opposites at the same time. I wrote this quite quickly, and might add layers to it later.. Pub opens at 3PM EST.
May 14, 2015