Ideas

When do you whisper these well-formed words,

The thought-strung wishes your mind made?

They’ve been dancing round a life-numbed brain

Awaiting a chance to alight.

 

Why won’t you hear their fluttering feelings,

Their pleadings, in soft-spoken thoughtspeak?

Why turn an eager mental ear-hear

To angry-loud worldshout wailing?

 

Who else will gather these bent-broken fairies,

Wearying, slowing; near-dropping?

Their language extinct, their toe-dust unsparkled

Your brainstem a graveyard of art.

8 thoughts on “Ideas

    • Thank you very much. I think many attempt to express things poetically, but not necessarily when feeling it (I am, of course, guilty of this). I feel and express the flow much more easily when I wait for it to come to me.

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  1. This is a beautiful poem and I’m sure (I hope!) I’m not the only person who can identify.

    “Why won’t you hear their fluttering feelings,
    Their pleadings, in soft-spoken thoughtspeak?”

    I do, but they’re scary 😦

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