composed in silence

[burnt_elf]

Capturing creative highs is more important than sleeping. Here are some poems, as yet untitled.

A shot goes off in the forest
A man turns quick to react
Unsatisfied, he changes direction
Bang! and he jumps right back.

Chains come loose and fall
something uncertain set free
In flight and in fright it battles
then returns to its chains in glee

Pull up a chair and bring something to share
Your eyes are not closed to the brightness proposed
Sing for me a song, and as it comes along,
I will watch but not listen, because I'm a deaf kid.

I'm not sure if that last one was completely uncalled for, or absolutely necessary.
~Jon