Madeleine Bloom Unspoken
in a half lit underworld
it hides dreamily
unconscious of its importance
and the smell of silence possesses the earth
she waits there undone
for glimpses of itself revealed
if not the whole unveiled
and silence fills the room full of unspoken vowels
she sat there (unspoken)
night turned to day to night repeatedly repeatedly
she sat there (unspoken)
the moon waxing and waning
first whispers are left
soon the whole world falls quiet
so she goes on a mission
to dig for a response to rescue all sound
she might be in danger
cause she denies muteness
she simply doesn’t accept
so she solitarily hunts for the answer
she walked there (unspoken)
night turned to day to night repeatedly repeatedly
she walked there (unspoken)
the moon waxing and waning
it won’t get away unsaid
she won’t let its lips stay sealed
for any further silence to descend
she’ll make it scream for everyone to hear
so if you feel the earth rumble
and hear the ground roar
you know it wasn’t left unspoken
and finally again all sound fills the air
she rests there (unspoken)
night turns to day to night repeatedly repeatedly
she rests there (unspoken)
the moon waxing and waning
