On The Wire, Old Poem Needing Fleshing Out Options

[AMETHYST]

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.

[AMETHYST]

You got it Snow ... on my way back with another oldie (Goodness I hope my muse starts me writing again real soon) lol