Saturday, November 15, 2014

The Spill

They hang silently on your clenched lips.
A diver anxiously prepares to plunge
Into an abyssal pool of accumulated uncertainties
motivated by countless misconceptions of the truth.
One transparent miscalculation prefaces the downfall--
The end of a hopeless affair.

Torturing your tongue they explore your mouth
Looking for cavernous spaces to fill and rest.
But the most quiet thoughts find a place on the very tip.
Breaching your mouth they'll drip down your chin.
A faucet plopping for a time too long to fathom.
No one will shut it off.

Clinging to anxiety you blunderingly try to hold back
Once locked up secrets from the recesses of your mind.
But they don't stop pouring.
A steady stream of water flows
Only to circle round and gurgle in the drain of despair.
You plug the hole and let the words stand and settle.

Empty caverns and starving wonder cause you to look up.
Without a façade you stand unguarded before bright eyes.
One breath is a million miles traveled there and back,
And a wink of weighted, tired eyes
Dare you to keep them closed forever.

The response is a frigid blast of wind. 


***I'm curious to know how you interpret this. It seems unfinished, and that is purposeful. Please leave a comment on the link or the blog. I am anxious to hear your thoughts! Thank you

1 comment:

  1. It makes me think of when you have something you need to say to someone but you don't want to. Or something you want to say that you can't or shouldn't. It could even be looking back, on something you said that you wish you hadn't. It's a beautiful poem :)

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