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