An object today, rather than a feeling. Enjoy!
breakfast
she used to bring him the
paper every day but
he never looked her in the
face or said her name or
touched her hand but
every time she'd see on
his cold, thin lips a
smile
Thursday, 7 February 2008
Daily Spark Word: Paper
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Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin
The bedroom wall was paper
thin. I heard every single
word as if scrawled across it.
Later when things died down I
could still envision each word
ripped into the wallpaper.
It was as if they had been
screaming at each other in
some strange foreign tongue. Nothing
made sense bar the anger though
there was no one there to give
meaning to it. Only me.
Now I'm going to assume this one will need a little clarification. The title refers to the writing on the wall that King Belshazzar wasn't able to interpret.
Hi Jim,
Thanks as always! It's nice to see what you had intended behind the words, but I would argue that the poem holds meaning regardless. I am familiar with the biblical tale, but your poem works above and beyond this reference, as the theme of communication, inability to listen to others, etc, works separately to the original inspiration. As always, a very interesting interpretation of the spark word!
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