2nd draft Shouting out into empty … better but …

SHOUTING INTO EMPTY

I’m trying to shout
alone
To shout out
 loud
But not one 
        faint echo ...
No
   sound to
reverberate or resonate or
  simply murmur
Shouting out 
loud  into empty 
Is not easy

words string out and float away
 away
away
bubbles, pipe-streamer
   bubbles, small, floating,
      spinning,
Trying to touch, to find,
seeking 
         infinity
Are YOU there
Are you
Somewhere out there 
lurking
 hiding in the shifting 
      space between

in the void 
that islands me, you behind screen and wire and
            wave?
Fingers tap tap tapping
         rhythms crying to be sung
I SHOUT my slow winged words, searching
        for the tune to flow them ...
Do you hear?
Does your hand
reach out to gently catch
them, to 
    capture them
As they drift, 

before they fade, 
             as they
die 
       in silence?
I shout myself
at you
I shout the form that shifts
       in the haze,
     that fades into time
That leaves
          no echo, 
               no trace
no 
    sound
When I shout out loud
into empty …

Does the theme of disconnection speak to you? Some of my poetry is very bleak – but it speaks my truth.

Out of Phase

It’s not my territory
And I feel the outer circle
The edge between the in and out.

I sit,
alone

while inner-tension builds

I’m strangely out of phase,

Distortion-pedalled, yet
disconnected to the energy
that flows, and fills the room
with sound.

I slowly fade into the in-between
I take the space
Beyond the in. I’m out

I find
– the nowhere land
where isolation rules –

and think of nothing

but where to put
my hands
and look
my eyes

and how to be
so still
no air
ripples.

The outer circle,
The nowhere land

The edge alone

Copyright Jean Law   1990-2017

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