Speak On

Speak On

A Poem by L

There's nothing in your words
To make me stay.
A graceless dance 
In how they come;
Naked, trembling,
From your lips.
Nothing pleasant 
In their rise and fall,
Nor in your misplaced pause
To gather breath

There's nothing in your thoughts
To paint anew
The earth to me,
Nor me to them,
Nor them to any,
That have not 
Been said and forgot,
Timelessly as night

Nothing in the way you move
Suggests
You are not to be
Splayed; foal-legged
In the tide
As infinitely malleable as I

And yet,
I've become
A little caught up,
So speak on 

© 2012 L


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'A graceless dance
In how they come;'

the conversation that unfolds that drop in an ocean of words that we just want to listen to. fantastic.



Posted 12 Years Ago


it takes a seasoned heart to display the cool precise pace of words like these...as always, so well done

Posted 12 Years Ago



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