Talk

Could you tell me something?

Something real

Or made up;

I'm easy to please.

Let me just close my eyes

And fall asleep to your voice.

I'll listen, for awhile.

 

I love to hear you speak.

Let me in on your secrets.

Tell me of the times when you were younger.

When you hid behind the stump of an old oak

And waited to be found.

(Or not found).

But dreamed

Because you were young and you could dream.

Make believe wasn't going to disrupt your reality.

Disappoint you.

Because your dreams were always bigger, better.

They were still attainable.

Tell me a story.

Tell me something. I don't care what.

I like to listen.

Tell me you are a dog person or a cat person,

Tell me your family use to huddle together in bed

And drink hot coffee on cold mornings. 

Tell me about a guy you know

Who everyone hated and laughed when they thought be died--

Disappointed when they saw him at church the next Sunday,

Not in a casket.

 

I'll listen, absurb.

I'll believe it, even if its lies.

I'll know its lies, but I'll believe it anyway.

Submarines and UFOs,

Thirty cop cars to give you a parking ticket.

Ha! Thats a good one.

Told you I'd listen.

I'm no good at talking.

I get all mixed up.

My sentences putter out. I Lose steam

Somewhere in the middle.

So you just tell me something

And I'll remember it,

And write it down later.

Reviews

[A.T.B.]

I liked your poem because you were able to emphasize the silence opposite to your narrator's "tell me something" request. While reading your poem, I felt that silence unfathomable, an abyss. I wished you'd shown the narrator's desperation more. There are a few misspellings, but other than that it's well-rounded. Kudos

[mysticgmekeepr]

Welcome to writers cafe. I really enjoyed that. You write well. Nice conversational piece that took the reader alone on a journey from first line to last.