Alphabet Soup

It was brave of those words

To grace my lips,

Raw and blistered as they were,

From trying to pronounce

More empty sounds

It was brave of them 

To seek me out,

Fighting their way 

Through battlements and barricades

And other such things

Beginning with B

I think they may 

Have lost a few syllables

Along the way,

Which wormed their way

Into the gaping mouths

Of my audience; all gasps

And stuttered applause

When flattery fell

It was most considerate of them

To leave black

As, after the last letter left,

I lacked explanation 

And so instead,

Was found

Feigning sleep

                                                  

Reviews

[Ms. Gruye]

oh this is clever. literally, this is word play. I like the significance you have assigned to the sounding out of words. Sleepy words, words with abducted syllables. well done and viva la

[asdarkeyesclose]

'Fighting their way
Through battlements and barricades'

Another poem looking at words and in particular speech. Here language grows bold in front of the audience fighting for expression. i love this sense of language exposed.

[Kim's Poems]

Deep & powerful, I really enjoyed this write.
Awesome job!!!