Sunday, October 24, 2021

Resonance


I am supposed to weave a repose in words
String phrases spelled in the vocab of emotion
 Pick them sentences like cherries from an orchid
Toss them in a salad of expression.

I am supposed to thrive in articulation 
Scream out loud through this keyboard  
Punching letters and forging meaning
Relating myself within and beyond

I am supposed to have a way with eloquence 
Feelings should don the colors of the literal
Extracting the abstract, diffusing the quiet
Bare it all kinda way, stripping my soul on display 

Then I feel this urge to be still
Letting those ripples of verbal waves
Subside into the abyss of the ocean 
Dwelling in silence, muting the noise.

I am supposed to speak 
But somehow on this path of a worldly scramble
They sound like bickering 
And thus, I shut up, and thus I sum up
This sojourn in lines
While the echoing insides urge me
To just be..without the blabber


 

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