A Man With a Need for Words

 

 

A Man With A Need For Words

 

This man sits by my side-

With his head turned,

Never detached from the constant flow,

Of caterwauling that goes,

Through every particle,

In his brain that allows him to hear,

And what is it that creates his ear,

Save for some innocent membranes . . .

 

He won’t hush the stem and he has a big nose-

Honestly, I could never reach conclusion-

 

His head bobs back and forth like a

Plant that spurts forth from his speech,

Which whines like a thick stem protesting,

Against an onslaught-

Of words pouring like rain,

Out from his two ears-

 

As though he could never understand enough,

He always needs to hear more,

And they don’t even sound like words,

They sound like a bad wound,

That I’ve never heard . . .

 

Oh, I hope that you leave quickly,

Because I really can’t stand your,

Ill need for the guise of words . . .

Reviews

[David Scott]

I get what your saying. I just didn't respond to the write. I guess I felt pity for this man and his "deficiency"... I've never responded well to direct negativity, even when it is healthy or righteous. I'm more passive aggressive. Ha ;)
Ok, last two lines off. "I really can't stand you're". I question your meaning. Maybe I'm just missing something. Do you not like the word "you're"?
Then "I'll need for the...". What do you need? Again I may be slow on the uptake.
Overall, this poem would be a miss for me. Still, I can see a talented writer and if I were to grade I would have give high marks in ability.

[Foxemerald]

The person in this piece of poetry actually did not have a deficiency. When I wrote this piece, I found it to be a study in hyperbole, more so than the subtle art of dramatic prose. I honed excessive exaggeration, simply to describe an annoying person. As a writer and an individual I am strictly against using the art of words as a tool against disabilities, and strive never to do so. I can see however, how this might be misconstrued, and I think that I shall place a disclaimer on it. It is easy to misinterpret, and I appreciate the points that you illustrated for my own awareness. The last two lines should actually state, 'I really can't stand your ill need for the guise of words.' This is mean to be a reiteration of the description of this person in my eyes, who I feel talks too much for his own good- and of course, of that around him ;) Thank you very much for your high regard, despite the setbacks.

[David Scott]

Thank you for clearing up the last lines... I thought I must be missing something because you seem to be a very careful writer. I agree the poetry was not deficient as much as not to my taste. I tried to say I felt thee write itself was strong. Sorry if I was not clear.
I enjoy your writing.

[Foxemerald]

Thank you very much. And no, please rest assured that I did not misunderstand your meaning, and I think it was very complimentary. This is not everyone's cup of tea. ;) Quite understandable. Many thanks.

[dw817]

... *confused* Are you describing Parkinson's ?

[Foxemerald]

No, ahem. Actually I was sitting next to someone in the coffee house earlier whom I found to be irritating. My imagination started to run wild . . . and, well, you see what the result was.

[dw817]

You should ride the public bus more often if you want to see irritating. The newest thing for crazy folk now is to buy a 99 cent toy phone and get on board and act like you're some important business tycoon yelling into it to get attention from others. One person had a stick of wood held like a phone he was yelling into. It's getting bad out there. :)

[Foxemerald]

An important business tycoon, huh? How interesting. I almost get the impression that they are not as important as all that, though. I will probably wait for better opportunities. I do not ride the public bus at this moment, and am not overtly eager to see the new additions! But then who knows . . . I believe I may safely say that I can wait for another refreshing piece of the word 'modern!'

[dw817]

It's pretty bad. When I was going to see Rose last time (last Saturday) there was this fellow outside a scritching-and-a-scratching, all over, his head, arms, hands, legs, back. Man I thought he was getting attacked by wild fleas or something.

Finally the bus pulled up and faced the entry and spoke in a funny voice curling his upper lip to his nose, "Think I can get a free ride missie ?"

"Hell no !" she said and closed the door hurriedly and drove off. He jumped up and down and yelled some obscenities as she went by. Boy ! I sometimes think I live in a neighborhood full of wild and weird people but the route I take to go see Rose is a really run-down part of town so it's definitely worse ...