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The sword - what for?
If solely with my look I can’t create?
Have a look: I wake up, stumble around the room,
preparing to die.
You and I are one; still echoing in my head.
It’s my own voice
I invented it, trying to hear -
an accidental sound, movement,
anything.
Just like air, I need anything.
Interesting poem.
The use of the sword as metaphor is significant. The sword symbolizes Truth; also destruction; also self-defence; also turmoil. It may even be a fallic reference.
There is something desperate in the poem: within deafening Silence, the poet grasps for meaning: "Just like air, I need anything" ...
Excellent!
Kindest Regards, Myra
Nikola,
Oh! Words of profound impact, on once we dare to wake from a deep sleep. Love peace and freedom, Linda