unuttered things by Kimberly BowenSour head speeches ram at these lips
Acrid words form igneous coatings
Protecting years of stunted lines
Fermenting under the thumb of a cork. it grows rich.
{like the wine in your glass the night I fell in love}
Incapable of escaping the confines of thought
Instead, red herrings fly about this room
Chirping and chapping a well rehearsed song
Twirling and twining a nest of inaccuracies
{you on a porch swing and me on chipped cement steps,
a bird’s song was the only thing that kept me from telling it all}
Like balmy summer winds-- bits of heat whistle out
When life-electrically stings in attempt to untangle the locks,
Slipping, hands dart to catch, barely inaudible brain sounds
Already too many natural secrets escape through the eyes
{self-betrayal pulses as a catacomb of secrets opens when my eye meets yours }
Unattended declarations always end up whittled down
Replaced by a woodworker’s false figurine to sell
A carve, a swipe any alteration to enhance
Shavings fall; eventually there is nothing left at all
{so many times I tried to stop cutting more pieces, wishing to
haphazardly glue it all back together, display me as I collectively am}
There is no marketable value for broken things
Only eloquent speeches get repeated continually
Usually, in just a few years time, intensity fades
But what of all the beautiful unuttered things?
{three years down, two months to go
I can’t imagine life with unspoken feelings
If you are not right down the road}
03/10/2010 Author's Note: another good reason for why writing is so hard these days...
Posted on 03/10/2010 Copyright © 2024 Kimberly Bowen
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