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Listen 2

by George Hoerner

on which
planet
will i find
a
universal
language

it is
right
in
front
of you
everyone
knows it
but me

i hear
only
those
speaking
with the
thunder
sticks
and
stones
speaking
language
everyone
seems
to know

then
shall
i
use
touch
shelter
food
water
warmth
to speak

i listen
to the
birds
but
cannot
fly

i plant
flowers
but
cannot
root
myself

i watch
the elk
but
cannot
match
their
speed

i spoke
and you
did not
understand
my lips
moved again
but only
nonsense
spewed forth

i must
learn
a new
language

but i am
ignorant of
language
so i should
remain
silent
and
listen
more

04/04/2010

Posted on 04/10/2010
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/11/10 at 12:02 AM

...you speak with no forked-tongue, Bi-PedMan; this Earth, this Orb has fractured language. it hurts when the Earthlings use it...so get with Elton John and rocket on outta here, happy sailing! BY THE WAY, i absolutely love this philosophical diatribe o' wordology...you swabbed the deck of usage...i love it. great pome, great pome...

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/11/10 at 02:01 AM

Loved how you set this up- every word is clear to me.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/14/10 at 11:54 AM

this one has POETRY written all over its face written in a language I cannot quite capture but it captures me.

Posted by Jessica Polanco on 04/14/10 at 01:48 PM

An outstanding piece of craftsmanship and creative applause is well due!

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