poetry

Tiffany

Did you hear that sound?

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In this deafening silence
there was a sound
In this stillness
only rocks breathing
there was a sound
In this humid loneliness
there was a sound

Did you hear that sound?

A whistling chandelier 
swaying in the air
whooshed and slammed
the rock-solid ground
Candles sizzled
and darkness tiptoed

Did you hear that sound?

Cracks flowed in the glass
like veins branching
in the spider web
making way for
long jagged shards
that all fell on the rock
with a thump
like an orchestra
led by no conductor

Did you hear that sound?

The shards fell for the rock
kissed it hard and bounced
back in the air
to fall again on the rock
The air hammered them
against the rock
smashing into splinters
then grinding into the sand
that can’t be lifted and glued
but has to be swept

Did you hear that sound?

The glass frost on the floor
reflects the moonlight
and watches the moon
flirting with the stars
in this humid loneliness

Did you hear that sound?
A sigh that Tiffany made
travelling on my breaths
Because I didn’t.
I felt its pain as my he-
art broke

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PS- Tiffany – a glass chandelier.

2 thoughts on “Tiffany

  1. Wow Nebula….. Such special writing. Yeah a broken heart, know that feeling and the sound is never loud enough, until it’s too late. Love it ❤️❤️.

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    1. Hi there, “Hearts are made to be broken” – Oscar Wilde But he left us on our own to figure out the number after which we become an expert mechanic to repair any damage. 😅
      Thank you very much 😍 😍 for your time and for your kind words. ❤️ God bless you with no more heart-breaks. ❤️

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