Quiet Poem by Matt Render
Quiet
The quiet of longing
Footsteps shuffling along
The streets after a hot rain
A heart that's lost it's murmur
A soul it's whisper
And nights of judgment
Without recompense
The quiet of a child
Left defeated and defenceless
Open eyes in the darkness
Pondering
Deliberating
Dreading
But also
Yearning
For those footsteps to echo
Just a little Closer
And to feel that heart beat through the window
Increasing ever slightly
And a little rumble across the wooden floor paneling
The glass sticking to the warm mouth pressed against it
Those eyes search the darkness
Not for light
Not for sight
Not for nothing
But to go on searching
line 7: I 'had to' check the definition of 'recompense' (as a noun) : 'noun Amends made, as for damage or loss.' I may return, but have to leave PC now. : ) bri
line 5: also 'it's [sic]' ** ** 'The meaning of SIC is intentionally so written —used after a printed word or passage to indicate that it is intended exactly as printed or to indicate that it exactly reproduces an original. '
'A heart that's lost it's murmur' ...keep the apostrophe in that's, but LOSE the one you put into 'its'. A heart murmur is sometimes a medical term for a 'defective' heart. I had one; I mean a murmur, not a heart. : )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 12:46:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'The glass sticking to the warm mouth pressed against it' That's my favorite line of your poem. 'Someone sure IS yearning and searching! ' bri ;) welcome to PH