Uncategorized

jumble

some things can not be said in words

brilliant though they are, words disappoint

 

we cheapen them

transmuting meaning

into a common stale

 

used up, cast off

 

the purity of emotion unsullied

requires silence

but poets are paid to translate the unexpressable

into the inexplicable

 

do i dig my own grave

every time i give birth

to rhyme?

 

the rime and albatross

around my neck

persist

unanswered

 

______________________________________________

 

 

i have stopped thinking

 

to feel

Standard

2 thoughts on “jumble

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s