the name of the game
is contemplation
e x a g g e r a t ion
the epic fail of epic
on a trip to Misnomer
any other name gets you to the same place
a beginning (seed)
a middle (flower)
an end (pod)
and you can’t separate any one of them from the other
without breathing in someone else’s perfume
crushing stem and spilling life
but you try anyway
again and again and again
and all the words you cannot say
(because i said so)
take root
in the cracks of cement
that line the path you’ve chosen
to pave with your rules
and your yeses and your nos
no!
but all you see is your own
vision
through those rose-colored glasses
of derision
mocking the singsong silence
of the empty vowel left raining
from the mud-caked corner
of your tongue
.
.
Linking in over at dVersePoets for Poetics today,
where Shanyn has us imagining poetry as seed.
Join us!
June 3rd, 2014 at 9:23 am
the empty vowel on the corner of your tongue…ha….our yes’s and no’s have meaning…they define the person we are…and no, you can not break the story…they flow beginning to end, any more than you can skip one to get to the next….smiles.
June 3rd, 2014 at 10:02 am
This has rhythm that crackles like a bonfire; read it aloud, and hear it burn.
June 3rd, 2014 at 11:50 am
makes me think of my conversations with my sons… ~
June 3rd, 2014 at 1:07 pm
mocking the singsong silence
of the empty vowel left raining
from the mud-caked corner
of your tongue… i just love this kelly
June 3rd, 2014 at 3:23 pm
You closing stanza is sterling, and how effortless you seem to demonstrate with organic words in poetic clusters; a nearly perfect rendering, I say, of Shanyn’s sowing prompt; loved it.
June 3rd, 2014 at 3:54 pm
Very clever. Yes, for sure, the beginning goes to the middle and then the end. We cannot avoid that progression. Well penned poem ending with your strong metaphoric touch!
June 3rd, 2014 at 4:01 pm
Oooh, a perfect poem for reading out loud, for rereading… I really enjoyed this one! It can be read in so many different ways.
June 3rd, 2014 at 4:02 pm
I guess that words that are repressed will find another way to et expression, not for the better I am afraid.
June 3rd, 2014 at 4:06 pm
mocking the singsong silence
of the empty vowel left raining
from the mud-caked corner
of your tongue….great lines, Kelly. I knew that it would be…. 🙂
June 3rd, 2014 at 4:29 pm
So good. Loved the seeds filling the cracks of life.
June 3rd, 2014 at 4:56 pm
Really enjoyed this – great stylistics
June 3rd, 2014 at 5:22 pm
Totally. Cool. Love. This.
June 3rd, 2014 at 5:59 pm
I love the ending too – But I also admire how you captured the character with:
you can’t separate any one of them from the other
without breathing in someone else’s perfume
A pleasure to read your poem Kelly ~
June 3rd, 2014 at 6:18 pm
but all you see is your own
vision
through those rose-colored glasses
of derision
This is all brilliant, but this part really did attract my attention tonight. SO well done.
June 3rd, 2014 at 9:50 pm
I always look forward to reading your poems.. a unique angle you capture her… this was a rather dark walk… the metaphor of cracks in the cement is also worth mentioning… really good…
June 3rd, 2014 at 10:28 pm
This rant is worth raving about…words to be chewed up and spit out with gusto (except empty vowels stuck on mud-caked tongue) – wow!
June 4th, 2014 at 12:43 am
beautifully written….I too loved the ending lines…
June 4th, 2014 at 12:51 am
Very true the string of one word can give rise to another and either can harm or benefit us.
June 4th, 2014 at 6:22 am
I really liked the little bite in these seeds sown. Some excellent expressions in this one. Great stuff!
June 4th, 2014 at 3:31 pm
so many pieces to the puzzle…. sometimes complicated