Wednesday, February 21, 2018

This Road or Another/ Poets United Midweek Motif

This Road or Another

Oh how dreary the voice can be
Droning on and on
Words topsy-turvy tumble
Pell-mell head over heels

Roly-poly and all land in a pile
And yet when you speak to me
It resonates somewhere inside of me
Somewhere in my chest

Perhaps it is my heart
An instrument of my silent song
I wait quietly for you to speak to me
Share your ideas with me

Ask for my opinion
Do I agree and if not
What do I have to say
Can I find the words

Can I make myself clear
Do my meanings make sense
Do we even speak the same language
One word follows another

Like soldiers on parade
High step in line
Words spoken by the voice
Black on white

Or white on black
And sometimes grey
Or shall we sing songs out loud
Your voice and mine intertwined

Holding hands as we journey
This road or another
Do we speak just to hear ourselves talk
Or do we use the voice for the first time

The time that is real
The only time we have
The time that is ticking on the clock
Let me hear you speak



February 21, 2018



9 comments:

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Susan said...

The contrast between the word pile and words marching in line is vast! If only the two voices could meet in a land in between, real and in song, and powerful.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is so beautiful. I especially love "Perhaps it is my heart / an instrument of my silent song".

Sumana Roy said...

"Or shall we sing songs out loud / Your voice and mine intertwined"...I like this possibility, with a positive attitude.

Vivian Zems said...

One word follows another

Like soldiers on parade......I love the image of this. I got the feeling of walking with someone down a long empty road...when I read this.

Gillena Cox said...

"Perhaps it is my heart
An instrument of my silent song"

My favourite lines

Much💖love

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Perhaps it is my heart
An instrument of my silent song
I wait quietly for you to speak to me

This is beautifully evocative!💖

indybev said...


Often, when dining out, I am amazed at the couples who eat silently, seeming to have nothing to share but their table. Your words brought me there!

kaykuala said...

And sometimes grey
Or shall we sing songs out loud
Your voice and mine intertwined

There is always the feeling of wanting to be close together!

Hank

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