Words spill.

Words spill.

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

words spill

                    fall

                         plummet

                out of my mouth.


This has to be too much.

                                I can not be

                allowed to enjoy

           conversation

                                This

                                            much.

 

And you keep

                          smiling.

                I am sure I must

                                           be blushing.

 

Endless, Bliss                      almost

                                maybe.

 

 

                And you keep

                                         talking

                 too.

 

Here with you

                      I do not

feel

      alien.

                Both of us

                                speaking

                of our minds flowing

           on different

                                 wave lengths.

               different

                           frequencies.

 

 

                                Then yet.

Here we are.

                    speaking quickly.         Panicked.

almost as if this

                is a drug itself

                                                something limited in supply

      and we have to get

                as much NOW

                                as we can.

 

 

 

Somehow,

                                the words don’t stop.

           keep going, flowing,

     

Endless?

           Maybe?

 

 

There is panic here too.

           How can this keep going?

 

                Maybe if I close my eyes, you’ll still be here

 

 

           when they open again.

               

© 2008 Rachel DeHart


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I love experiences like this, but, like everything it seems they are bittersweet. They end. I've actually found myself in conversation with somebody and closing my eyes for a moment because I can't decide if I'm dreaming.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Conversations that never end, lovely.
I love the formatting, the pacing, and the work choices.

Great write!
Best,
Lee

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very nice I like the shape it added to the urgency of the piece the words did seem to spill and conveyed the scene and it's emotions well

Posted 16 Years Ago


Sometimes things seem too good to be true?

Sometimes they're amazing and true...having the patience to wait is the hard part....

I really like this one :]

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Rachel DeHart
Rachel DeHart

Falls Church, VA



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