Copper Tongue by Amanda ConlogueThe trees make
Watery sounds in the wind
Branches and leaves roll
Like waves with
No shore to crash upon
I listen to their sigh
And hiss with closed eyes
Breath breaks the barrier
Of my teeth, a weak whistle
My hair billows and whips
Into my eyes and it stings
The last time I felt pain
I sliced my finger with
A kitchen knife and watched
The blood seep, cleaning, until
I brought it to my mouth
Suckled the wound, tasting copper
A penny on my tongue
When I open my eyes
I see the leaves
Have fallen to the ground
Trembling and silent
There, in the grass.
05/24/2000 Posted on 08/22/2002 Copyright © 2024 Amanda Conlogue
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/13/03 at 12:23 PM Vivid imagery... I loved the word choice. |
Posted by John Ilotan on 07/31/05 at 04:08 PM Eloquent. The tone and rhythm breath life into your words. Great write. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/25/09 at 03:29 AM Congrats on POTD! Very unique thinking of trees making "watery" sounds. I liked the "weak whistle" of the teeth, the "penny on my tongue". |
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