My questions are not yours

Written 22 March 2013

Shut up with the tattle and clatter
Your mouth is as a shutter
Flapping in the wind, as if matters,
Whose hinges are squeaky and loose
That gossip as a prostitute of ill repute,
Who's lost her beauty in a struggle to lose,
That looks of human refuse
In make-up, perfume and boots!

Shut up with the prattle and idle chatter,
My questions are not yours, so what does it matter?
My queries are of a higher order, thus my answers aren't yours.
The opinions you seek are through those doors, in the next room.
Strange, as our starting point was the same, in our mother's womb;
Stranger still, as our destination is Earth's silent tomb.

Reviews

[Govind singh]

Lovely... especially the last line stranger still, as our destination is earth silent tomb

[barleygirl]

LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! I remember writing something similar once, having to do with country folk like me wanting the peacefulness of solitude instead of the noise most people live with. I remember feeling the need to express every dumb thought that crossed my mind. Growing old has been a gift becuz now I forget before my tongue can get into gear. It might be time to re-visit this topic from my POV (thanks for the inspiration!) I like the way you've written this with just enuf cantankerousness to get a person to back up & shut up, but not so harsh as to be hostile (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie