The halted screech

The screech is halted as
  a wound; it is tempered

As voice, as a weathered
  bell, as the stone worn

On a feathered toe; as we
  climb out of the well;

To work its way as sound
  does, as the flippant 

Aerial word does; the air
  is trapped in a stone

Lung and it is parched with
  yesterday, yesterday.

7 comments on “The halted screech

  1. thotpurge says:

    Love the idea that voice is just a tempered scream…what does that make silence?

  2. tmezpoetry says:

    A magnificent way to describe the undercurrent of silence πŸ™‚

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