Stuck In The Muddle

I dread reasoning through life

Without the hindrance of your air

Tickling my lobe

Carrying trinkets of that dewy dross

That splutters wet nothings 

Into my canal

And that moment 

When caution dampens

As thoughts are swaddled and coddled

Swallowed

By alluvial fibers woven in your lungs

So enmeshed in breaths, I rest

Upon your lips

And let the waft carry me 

To dire

Mired 

Stupidity

When words are forged

By the solidity of such sludge

How could I think to converse

Or worse

To teach the things

Life brings

Through lessons unheard

But felt by the felt in your throat?

You’d gloat (And maybe do

When I am throwing stones away)

But the day 

Is short

And the muck is thick

You stacked and packed against my tongue

Leaving my voice (by choice)with this…

Subtle

Muddled

Slur

Or churr

Whichever you prefer

I’d hate to mistake a sound so profound

You twisted around my uvula 

So as to cough these soft forget-ME-knots

And think only of YOU 

And that thing that you do

When you take my clean and make it silt

Then tilt 

What you spilt 

And contemplate

If there’s even enough of me you see

To contaminate

So I pour a little more into your cup

(Because your happy is my happy

And all that’s sappy)

Desperate to believe that we’ll achieve this…

Undefiled

Worthwhile

Transcendence 

 

Author's Note

And I quote: "Do not be misled. Bad association spoils useful habits."

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

you know I adore the critical thinking aspect that went into this so divinely threaded through iconic ironic eye of the human needle~ here we have the goddess crafting tongue in circumstance that would leave others mute~ you are the cathartic divinitator of the psyche~ the decisive queen of the heart in splintered effigy stroking the mind~

[Bard Constantine]

Razor sharp enough to slice the unwary mind... simply masterful. Preserving one's sanity can be as simple as cutting loose of those millstones around our neck, or else we clutch fiery coals to our chest and complain of being burned...

[Ed Hart]

well, i gotta tell ya, if it comes to a choice between 'dire Mired Stupidity' and 'Undefiled
Worthwhile Transcendence', with maybe a little 'your happy is my happy' thrown in, it's a no-brainer

[.]

Shawn..greetings! You were missed..but it seems the time away was given you a create boom..this is rhythmic bliss..you always had a tantalising way of phrasing but you have out done yourself here..magical..

[M Garcia]

nice

[schmevavikman]

i f*****g love this, superb.

[Kerry O'Connor]

I've missed your writing Shawn. Good to see you're posting again.
The opening lines of this poem play a kind of hurtful tune on the ol' heart-strings... I often wonder why loving people has to be so damn hard.

[David W Moore III]

So, first: Oh thank god she's back! Now on to the poem: we're definitely not worthy. The wordplay here is divine. The rhythms, the rhymes and all with a bit of acerbic wit while maintaining a very contemplative and cathartic tone. Shawn, this may be one of my favorites!

[MuSe Ampoule]

Brilliant, poignant and visceral. When someone has done you wrong, the only thing left to do is cut the ties that bind.
"You twisted around my uvula
So as to cough these soft forget-ME-knots"

Good to see you back! :)

[Robin]

your words float like a fallen leaf that is learning to fly as it drifts in this grace-filled atmosphere of honesty, words that pulse in the chambers of a hopeful heart , eyes to the rays of light that radiate in your transcendence .

[OT]

ohhhhh she's BACK! I loved your other piece- but this is the Shawn we know - the silky word plays - the vocabulary - and spinning twirling imagery!! love - "By alluvial fibers woven in your lungs
So enmeshed in breaths, I rest
Upon your lips" and "You’d gloat (And maybe do
When I am throwing stones away)
But the day
Is short
And the muck is thick
You stacked and packed against my tongue" - the rhymes - the twists and word plays - all is brilliant - a powerful voice in this one - sharp - needle sharp and critical - and the pace is slow and soft - lingering - which only makes it more powerful in my opinion - loved it!