I spit my wares into the hallway of a million eyes Expecting studied, knowing glances Waiting, needing justification for putting pen to paper Ejecting my words, breathing my experiences, killing my desire
Images for you are weeded out from documentary length rambling And perch among your thoughts, blending context and reality “I’ve been there,” you shout, the echo reverberates in my heart The pieces of my mind clatter to the shiny ceramic tile floor
I peek from behind my shield to see if you are true You devour my intentions with ravenous introspection Keeping for your heart, the candy of your choice The syrupy sweetness tempts the tongue, texture to die for
Eat my words, if you will Meet my eyes, if you will Clench my heart in your trembling hands Cradle my thoughts like a newborn puppy
What an invitation! Take my words, you soulless philistines, digest what you can never fully comprehend... Sums up for me the love-hate relationship between the artist and his audience... or am I thinking too much?
You obviously needed to get that off your chest...I will give a constructive review as I don't want a backlash...very emotional write, of course why we are all hear..well penned liked it :)
A story of teacher and an audience of one - her. Letting your heart, mind, and soul speak "spitting your wares", "Ejecting your words", "breathing your experiences" (I didn't quite understand the "killing my desire" here unless you mean that by expelling the words and experiences leaves you somewhat empty, therefore killing your desire?). I like how the person relates by shouting "I’ve been there" catching you seemingly by surprise as, "The pieces of my mind clatter to the shiny ceramic tile floor". "Eat my words, if you will" at the end is so fitting since you don't want what you just shared to fizzle into the air; it's almost like a command.
I thought I should put a favorite part, but I can't find one...it's all absolutely brilliant. Your words are always divine, the syrupy sweetness is indeed to die for. I will let you bend my ear...
Believe me, dear, you are not intruding into my writing world; this poem has glorified it. Magnificent, simply magnificent! I shall live, always, in my library.
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