Saturday, September 08, 2007

Silence

Time and time again
With the constant badgering
Nag nag nag ceaseless whine
A background droning
To this life of mine

And just like war veterans
From ol’ forty-five
Legacy of Germany’s V1 bomb
I worry about life
When the droning is gone

9 comments:

Ruela said...

;)

Annie Wicking and Loman Austen said...

wow, love your work...
an enjoy to read to the point.

Best wishes
Annie

Annie Wicking and Loman Austen said...

P.S I've added you to my links
You are to me 'Three dots poetry'
I liked it so much I shall be back:-)


Best Wishes
Annie

etain_lavena said...

are you ok in?.....
Sorry I was a bit freaky the other day...hope you ok.
amazing words as always.
HUGZ
:)

Ruela said...

lol. Inc.
You obtain to better see in mine blogue - Neo Artes
;)

Pat Paulk said...

I like this!! Sometimes we get so used to the bombs and droning when they stop we get lost.

Inconsequential said...

:)

Thank you all.

Sorry about the sporadic posts...

Inconsequential said...

And to think, within my life time, no one will really remember those bombs. And the youth won't care :)

And this piece will become as incomprehensible as Owens' ...

Lol!

ish said...

saved by the droning