swelling daydream of the moonA Poem by feelslikesublimepracticing the rant style poem... ranting about the natural grace and celebration in free speech but how it's stifled and confined in society... schools especially...
what is it about the freedom of speech, innate: holy scripture and orchestral wings and the wind's low song that welcomed dies in kindergarten rooms with beige walls and times-tables and chemistry over taught, spoken--
(a sweet whisper, a swelling daydream of the moon, mama's morning coo) Love. what is it about that ecstatic song? "step right up, wild free melodies! let me pin in your pitch, stitch in those mad sweet sunday voices--no this won't hurt--zip up a bit here--pull in a tad there--redress your universe in some blessed navy blue somber organ of sorts and all praise--! tuck in that easy serenade, tie a nice belt around that naked voice of yours, (oh yes, i've heard your wild hearts' footstep drums upon the floor in the shower singing so loud. oh child, you're using up all the hot water!) all better."
shout loud your hushed hallelujahs, sweetie. i want to whisper in each ear as if returning voice to voice, gentle at first, i've been a mad hushed hallelujah too.
and louder, and within these walls we can pluck the polyps from the throats that coated us with such rigidity to begin with-- take each tumor and make of it a floating rainbow bubble.
breathe your song; breathe it loud. what is it. about the freedom of speech! so ancient and so true that we bury with the passing days.
© 2013 feelslikesublimeAuthor's Note
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