Inanimate UntilA Poem by Leah Simonea 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 youTo 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
inanimate
and somehow you
who say you are nothing
make me
come alive
© 2012 Leah SimoneReviews
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5 Reviews Added on May 23, 2012 Last Updated on May 23, 2012 AuthorLeah SimoneAboutI'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..Writing
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