Just words

those in the know, know,

Word dissolving dissipating

meaningless meaning unfound

silence screams inaudible

inherent ambiguity

in cross fired tongues

emotions never spoken

feelings never felt

a vacuum of sound

blind deaf dumb

braille involves touching

binary morse code

involves zeroes ones

dot dat dot dat f**k dat

intellect enigma inebriated 

inert

stone - like stolen succubus

of night

words dissolving dissip…

                                  … drowning

                                                  out

                                                      light

Reviews

[Eilis]

Ah, I’ve finally made it back to the poem you reviewed yersell, but alas I have no cheeky comments today. Some days I’ve got em and some days I don’t.

I could see this in a couple of ways, but both speak of a kind of loneliness. Whether the loneliness is in being alone or in being ‘with’ another person who is no longer able to or interested in hearing, there is definitely the feeling that an attentive ear would be no bad thing.

One of the things I find hardest to reconcile about human experience is the way that there are more people on earth now than there have ever been, but a person can still feel like they are connectionless. I can say this with impunity because I have been one of those people. We all know the old story of being alone in a crowded room, but there’s also alone in an empty or sparsely populated house. None of the options are particularly good. Perhaps being out of step with those we live with can be harder at times because it feels like a longer term lonely that isn’t so easily escaped. I don’t know. I’m just talking from my own experience. Which sometimes translates oddly.

But, I felt the poem expressed the feeling that words became a sort of impotent force in an environment that was hostile to them. For one reason or another. The power of language rests largely in its being received.

You’re right, it is a good read, haha. You’re very good at articulating these kinds of edges of experience where the mind clashes against its inwardness and seeks an answer or release.

[gram linski]

once again, Eilis you got the duality of the poem, it unworks both ways, lol, it's that yearning for contact or just some one to listen, you talk about this theme too, so I know you understand, thanks again for your great review

[gram linski]

if no-one else is going to review this, then I will do it me sell, this is the best damn poem I've ever writ, ignore at your peril, fools, lol, don't hate me too much, but you are missing a good read,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there are many ways to communicate...some harder to figure out than others...and sometimes poets have strong feelings they pour into their words but there is such obscurity...such an abstract element it is like trying to decipher morse code, or braille for one not familiar with either...
and when there is nothing left to say in a straightforward manner...the silence is quite awkward and usually spells the end....
this is quite good...and I saw how you had responded to John...and you , my friend, are far from a simple poet...
excellent writer,
j.

[gram linski]

From one excellent writer to another, I thank you, j. your comments on reviews are fairly sparse and yet your reviews are in depth and spot on , I simple poet be, thanks for the read,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Those stoney silences when an invisible barrier is raised and words just seem futile and backs are turned in bed. As always I find your ability to sew together words that project such feelings quite brilliant gram.

[gram linski]

Gee thanks dude, I am just simple farmer poet, I do like a good swede, lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yeah blonde of course!