Words are like the fat fingers of children
reaching for things they don't understand.
Words are stubby, clumsy, fat-covered bones;
chicken wings when we require surgeons hands.
Words are sawed off shot-guns
when we require sniper rifles.
Words are thoughts too vague
to not be expressed, desiring response.
Words are rough drafts of emotions
seeking revision by exposition, hatred.
Words are hammers for sledging
intellectual walls, testing depths, sounding barriers.
Words are concussion charges
for throwing off the enemy, falsifying your current location.
Words are always past tense,
as soon spoken, antiquated.
Words are broken wagon wheels
on the trail to happiness.
Words are faulty cell phone connections
between human souls, weak networks, signals.
Amen.
Moved!
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My last name isn't Keysor anymore, contrary to this blog's URL. So I've
moved:
www.choosetheodd.blogspot.com
(The title is from the poem, "Under Which Lyr...
12 years ago
"I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible." - Jane Austen (the character Catherine Moorland from the book Northanger Abbey)
ReplyDeleteChicken wings == good
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is lending a new level of specificity.
This is muchly improving... But still, must you always be with the weaponry/warefare images? Not all images are of violence...
But you are getting more specific by t
Look how critically I become easy.
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