MediocrityA Poem by JelliFyshKissUs"It's... something..."I don’t gag much On the silence anymore Or the bore That froths forth From the bind of my mind To the stumbling blocks that curve up my spine And settle at the tip of my neck Coddle-stone heaps of debris as my sleep Dangles and tangles In a dream that swings most slothfully Lazily Hazily-I steep Defying the bleak Breaking the border bland in my hand To stand on the wind and eat solstice again With my heart tied around my eyes No surprise that the piles Of dandelion clouds Disperse into a sea of butterfly wings Whose flutter-by stings me with letters in my throat And I choke on words that chirp like birds And sing like sentences Pretenses of blue In a sky of sad But at least I don’t gag On the silence anymore Or the bore That froths forth From the bind of my mind To the stumbling blocks that curve up my spine And settle at the tip of my neck © 2011 JelliFyshKissUsAuthor's Note
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Added on October 5, 2011Last Updated on October 5, 2011 Tags: Writer's block, Silence in my head, A tingle of a thought, Mediocre, Stumbling as I find my voice aga AuthorJelliFyshKissUsNashville, TNAboutI don't know why my brain cramps up whenever I'm asked to tell others about me. Maybe I'm not that interesting. Maybe I'm being modest. Who knows? I'm a married mother of none who is devoted to .. more..Writing
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