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A Poem to Your Negative Space by ~merecontagion:iconmerecontagion:

Categories Literature > Poetry > General Poetry > Open


The lazy sun falls,
Bleeding red across the sky out my window.
The walls rumble with shouts,
My hands shake over my ears.
A daymare.
My brother took to hiding,
A curious but terrified chipmunk:
Alert ears and erect little tail
Underneath a blanket in the room next door.
A nail protrudes from my chest,
Driven in by a voice no one stops—
Pervasive noise that bulldozes into me,
Huge and cruel and looming:
Boulder fists and mountainous shoulders.
You have stood by
All this time while my ears ring,
But all you can hear
Is the sun.
©2009 ~merecontagion
:iconmerecontagion:

Author's Comments

I've always thought studies of negative space were interesting. Obviously no object is entirely independent of its surroundings, since the very nature of human understanding and language is entirely relative (object a is defined as itself being not object b, relatively speaking).

...Many things can be concluded about the object by simply studying everything but the object.

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~sweetlindy Apr 2, 2009, 11:51:07 AM
Really interesting idea you have here.

You definitely have a sense for word choice - every word you've chosen contributes to the feeling of destruction I get.. except those of the opposite effect.

I love the last line - so beautiful:
"but all you can hear
Is the sun."

--
It's the small victories that keep me going
and the quiet defeats that keep me up at night.

Bringing awareness to literature as an art form
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~merecontagion Apr 3, 2009, 2:19:58 PM
Thank you very much. I truly appreciate your opinion :)

--
Begin, murderer. Pox, leave thy damnable faces and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.

:pointandlaugh: :earth:

And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.
:iconsweetlindy:
~sweetlindy Apr 6, 2009, 9:56:00 AM
:nod:

--
It's the small victories that keep me going
and the quiet defeats that keep me up at night.

Bringing awareness to literature as an art form
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