What I want to say, lingers
in a dark tunnel, echoing off
velvet black, syllables fading.
What I want to say is stuck
on the tip of my tongue,
stapled down, wiggling,
hoping to be set free.
What I want to say can not be heard,
the casualties too much
of a sacrifice for vowels
that cling to consonants, that bleed
from being squished into silence.
What I want to say can not be
expressed in language,
not the words of mortals,
not the tongue of the natives.
What I want to say
is flowing through my veins,
pulsing, throbbing in my heart.
What I want to say I swallowed
with the stew, pasta, bloody steak,
swallowed, swallowed, then vomited
and swallowed some more.
What I want to say has been said,
over cocktails, cocaine, after sex,
in the hours of shame, the words escaped
my lips, falling on deaf ears
wiped away with spent orgasm.
What I said is now
an after thought,
a drunkards moan,
a late night piss.
Silence.
My eyes speak for me now.
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Powerful piece of poetry. love, love, love it.
Kim….
Your comment…
I am speechless.
Thank you.
xx
**What I want to say, lingers
in a dark tunnel, echoing off
velvet black, syllables fading.**
Thank God you have your syllables, vocabulary, poetry, my darling, Julie…because
they can’t help but flow from your silence for all of us. xx
Thank you 🙂
Love love love it.
Thank you Goddess of Poetry. I really appreciate your compliment – and that bit of pixie dust 🙂
x
J
You knocked it right out of the park with this one, J. Absolutely stunning piece of writing.