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...silent emnity
by J. P. DaviesRecurring mystery this time,
How I walk upon polished words,
And continue exposing drenched speech.
Your name conjures watchful desire,
Wanting to reach beyond silence.
Should I cave, muttering at you,
"It's plenty to be silent,"
Then hypocrites achieve height.
Proving self-fraudulent.
Striving desperately to adhere,
To hastily sworn objections,
Forfeiting this game.
Lacking tenuous spirit,
I'm finding it impossible,
To speak to you.
03/22/2004 Posted on 03/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 03/24/04 at 04:44 AM "How I walk upon polished words,and continue exposing drenched speech" - this two lines are awesome...beautiful poem.. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 03/24/04 at 05:38 AM Great stuff. Vivid... and I love the form, it's very fitting. ~Nita |
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