Words are deadA Poem by N.Sevilla
Words are birds with fragile wings that cannot hold a message so bold and heavy. So they crash and die. They do not have the ability to fly. Yet we have the urge to be understood, as if we could. The words spew from our mouths like a fountain of diamonds. Dead, cold diamonds. When I say "love", you hear a syllable, a sound produced from two lips and a tongue, the meaning hung back in the throat of the speaker. The true expressed emotion grows weaker as it exists. If I said "hate" with so cold a face and expressionless eyes, the meaning dies. We search to be understood, so speech came along to give us the dream to be that beam that leads from my mind to your ear so you could hear the unspoken language. Words are given birth through our imperfection of communication. The symbols for the tangible used for the intangible, the abstract, what is that? I say "frustration" and the word you hear enters your ear and through your brain. You say you understand, but do you really? Perhaps that is why lips are kissed. To satisfy our desperate urge to suck the meaning out of lips which form words words words! In our isolation and desperation we speak to connect and to be part of something bigger than the nothing of the lonely life of a solitary heart with no chance to hold on and bond with another near by. In our stife, we've found a voice that gives us our god-given choice: to be or not to be understood.
© 2011 N.SevillaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 21, 2011 Last Updated on April 21, 2011 AuthorN.SevillaCAAboutI've had this account for several years and I am finally coming back to my writing roots. It's been a joy to write again and look back on my poetry from 10 years ago and see the changes in my life. .. more..Writing
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