Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Monday, February 07, 2005

last ping

ping.

If we had eyes, they would meet.
I see you, you see me,
but we are not really there.

ping

If we had voices to hear, then what?
I tell you, you tell me,
but we don't really speak.

ping

If we had lips, they would smile.
I am silent, you are silent.
but it is not the same.

last ping

Tomorrow the eyes meet,
the voices speak, and hands touch.
Tomorrow there is no medium;
only the air between our smiles.




1 Comments:

  • At 12:13 AM, Blogger gordon said…

    I like this a lot. (If you're open to suggestion: It might be more consistent and less ackwardly phrased to change "voices to hear" to something like "voices to declare" or "express." Um, and while I'm uselessly waxing poetic: in the last stanza, "Tomorrow there is no earth or fire/only the air between our smiles" might be an alternate to match the expressiveness of the poem. I'll shut up now. Sorry).

     

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