Monday, December 31, 2007

Still


I hear the silence
even though there is
noise circling my head.

I see what needs to be done
and my arms grow
tired of their burden

I taste the bitter fodder
while craving sweet
rations on my plate.

I know what waits for me
but still I fear
its arrival.

I touch the wind
as it swiftly flows
through my fingers.

And each day I live
and breathe to greet the sun
but I don’t feel...

3 comments:

Jared said...

I love it, it is beautiful.

I have felt like I was alive but not feeling before.

I like the photograph a lot also.

beatriz said...

an amazingly beautiful poem. i feel it and not sure if i understand..either.

Christo Stankulov said...

Hi Rhonda, Neruda is wonderfull i've study him in the University:)