Seth Proch

And A Rock Feels No Pain, And An Island Never Cries

There's a birds nest outside my window,
a bright white ribbon woven into it.
The tail of the ribbon is dancing in the barely present wind.
The scene takes place in a barren tree,
ravaged by the harsh cold of autumn.
I see it all from the open window of my room,
looking out through the metal screen,
where a tiny insect climbs nimbly up the outside.
Some old lo-fi recording of a jazz tune is playing,
and I wonder what she's doing right now.

Nov.27,2006

Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 15, 2011

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Comments about And A Rock Feels No Pain, And An Island Never Cries by Seth Proch

  • Goldy Locks (4/16/2007 8:15:00 AM)

    good/solid structure, description. Agree with Kelly. Very contemporary. And cool, did i mention cool? sjg

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  • Kelly Allen Vinal (4/16/2007 6:47:00 AM)

    Great imagry - well done, contemporary piece!

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