how my mind works

[Dave]

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[Colm Roe]

instead of life…
words,
what we know as wordsrattle and hum,
waves of them,
scratch surfaces
crack stones cold 

angry chantscat call from the wings,
a hallelujah,
somewhere angels' breath,
over there
water drums down a stair case.Oh,
and a woman's voice,
the warmest sound ever to set stones aside
or caress the blood of loss
from doubtful hands.

Lots to appreciate here Dave.
The water drums down the staircase stands out as a fabulously original visual. 
I see the angel in S2 and the woman in S3 as being mother, and wondered why the large S break between them.
But see one is ephemeral the last real.
Beautifully written. Needless to say, we often believe we are the only ones who bleed...I know I do. 
I can read this in a few different ways, all of them touch me. And remind me that, although I'm unique,
I am not alone.
Thanks for sharing.
 

[Tim J Brennan]

instead of life…
words,
what we know as wordsrattle and hum,
waves of them,
scratch surfaces
crack stones cold 

angry chantscat call from the wings,
a hallelujah,
somewhere angels' breath,
over there
water drums down a stair case.Oh,
and a woman's voice,
the warmest sound ever to set stones aside
or caress the blood of loss
from doubtful hands.

language is beautiful.  

A couple of places where it diverts from consistent tone: "what we know as words"  &  "over there"  &  "Oh,"   I'm not stumbling over these, but they ease into commentary for me.  The "Oh," especially lowers the standard set.  Sounds almost hackneyed.  

The staircase image is soooooo good.  Love the "stones"...almost bookends the stanzas.

Wonderful read. Enjoyed.  

[indar]

I love the long pause between S2 and S3 and then the "oh". Sometimes the most vital elements of our lives occur to us almost as afterthoughts.

Dave, this is beautiful. Your poetry grows more imagiste with every post it seems. Others have remarked on them and I agree.

[lshmael]

Hi Dave. I think you have some nice imagery here. But I will be honest and say its not a style I like. Give me some more prepositions and conjunctions.

somewhere angels' breath,
over there
water drums down a stair case

The above would be my favourite part.

[Mark]

Interesting to connect the content with the title... is the narrator relating the sound and fury of words as an inner reality, a means of relating to external events. Just trying to get a handle on the tropes here. The use of language is well-gauged and rich in evocative imagery, if a little rough grammatically.