This was written in response to
Guardian Poetry Workshop -Aiden On the wire is a tribute to the telephone wires that go from pole to pole -
********Third Revision ******** Thank you Snow *********
On the Wire
A threadbare crack
against an ashen sky,
easily dismissed
until swayed by God's breath.
It endures
Families unite.
closing miles
into a hair's-breadth -
connecting conversations,
that create friends from strangers.
It's privy
to our private whispers,
entrusted
with dirty confessions;
dark and sate
with passion -
sacred truths, unholy lies.
our chatter breeds
loneliness, funneling energy
of an over extended perseity-
a conducer of our lives --
we hunger
for consolation;
it brings solace with a single ring.
Yet, it's the birds, perched
along thin fibers, that contemplate
the telephone wire.
Sparrows rest, blue jays sing,
and an ebon crow calls, Tek Tek
inviting human-kind, to pay homage
to its silent prominence.
******** Second Revision *****Thank You Snow******************
On the Wire
A threadbare crack
against an ashen sky,
is easily dismissed
until God's breath sways it.
It endures
families united,
closing miles into a hair's-breadth -
connecting conversations,
that create friends from strangers.
It's privy to private whispers,
entrusted with dirty confessions;
dark and sate with passion -
sacred truths, unholy lies.
Listening to chatter
breeds loneliness,
funneling energy
of an over extended perseity-
a conducer of their lives --
they hunger
for consolation; it brings solace
with a single ring.
Yet, it's the birds, perched
along thin fibers, that contemplate
the telephone wire.
Sparrows rest, blue jays sing,
and an ebon crow calls, Tek Tek
inviting human-kind, to pay homage
to its silent prominence.
********FIRST REVISION*****************only Temp. revisions open to all thoughts****
On the Wire
it appears a threadbare crack
against an ashen sky,
it's existence is easily dismissed
until God's breath sways it.
It endures
Uniting family, closing miles
into a hair's-breadth -
connecting conversations,
that create friends from strangers.
It's privy to private conversations,
entrusted with dirty confessions; dark
and sate with passion -
sacred truths and unholy lies.
Listening to chatter breeds loneliness,
lost in all their apathy--
they hunger for consolation;
it bring solace with a single ring.
a conduit of universal need,
funneling energy of an over extended perseity-
a conducer of their lives --
and yet, it is the birds, perched
along thin fibers that contemplate
the telephone wire.
As sparrows rest and blue jays sing,
"Tek, Tek" an ebon crow calls,
inviting human-kind
to pay homage to its silent prominence.
On the Wire
I appear a threadbare crack
against an ashen sky,
unnoticed,
if not for the winds
that sway me.
Society confabulates
a chaotic void
through my cylindrical sphere;
easily dismissing
my existence,
until God's breath
breaks me.
Steadfast, I endure,
second by second, uniting
family to distant family,
closing the miles
into a hair's-breadth,
connecting conversations,
creating friends from strangers.
I'm privy to their private notions,
entrusted to carry off
dirty confessions;
dark and sate of passion, sacred
truths and unholy lies.
It is lonely listening to chatter,
in all their apathy--they hunger
for consolation; I bring solace
in a single ring.
I am a conduit of universal need,
funneling energy of an over extended perseity-
a conducer of their lives --
and yet, it is the birds, perched
along my fibers that contemplate me.
As sparrows rest and blue jays sing,
"Tek, Tek" an ebon crow calls,
inviting human-kind
to pay homage to my silent prominence.