Inaudible Differences: A Prose Poem

Posted: August 31, 2013 in Prose Poems
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Inaudible Differences

The present cannot birth the future if the past leaps out of its coffin. Each today was yesterday’s tomorrow and tomorrow’s yesterday. Growth must slough off its younger self in order to become its older self. Eyes close to sleep but also to blink, to die. Behind every step is another step, another step, another step. Even at the center of hate there is love, a love to hate. After enough days of staring at the world you’ll begin to notice these inaudible differences. Every idea’s umbilical chord is still attached to an ancient idea. Truth massages Lie’s shoulders. Freedom drinks tears. Safety rests in a box of sharp objects.

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Comments
  1. authormirandastone says:

    After reading your flash fiction and now this prose poem, I think you have a wonderful gift for making an impact with very few words.

  2. bejamin4 says:

    Thanks. Your comments really mean a lot.

  3. Phen Weston says:

    Perfectly written, such strong passionate ideas. Love these lines “Truth massages Lie’s shoulders. Freedom drinks tears. Safety rests in a box of sharp objects.”

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