Inanimate Until

Inanimate Until

A Poem by Leah Simone

a poem could be about being a poem could be about being a spirit could be what it means to me will never be the same as what it means to you

To you I am words jangling as a windchime,
unpredictable rhythm with repetitious pitch
you find comfort in my serenade
the familiar hollowness that makes me ring
You know my song in the darkness
as I tremble at your slightest touch
every tethered note of my music
is anchored in splinters
and rusts in rain
You are air
I am wingless
and somehow you
who say you are nothing
make me
come alive

© 2012 Leah Simone

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Quite a good write. Your fourth stanza is masterful. Excellent stuff.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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this is brilliant...sigh

Posted 8 Years Ago

These words are well welded to my eyes in deep appreciation. You have the voice! I would like to read more of your work, and so I hope you will continue to post. Where might I hear your music?
Thanks for reviewing my work too.
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Posted 8 Years Ago

this is the f*ing brilliant. it reads with such a hopeful desperation. i think i was holding my breath as i read. I have missed reading your work. nicely done, my dear!

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on May 23, 2012
Last Updated on May 23, 2012


Leah Simone
Leah Simone

I'm a musician who loves to write poetry. I once hung poems on these walls and it felt good to have somewhere to put those creations. I felt so inspired, I began writing a lot. Since taking down.. more..

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