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Shell Shocked
by June LabyzonI remember the nights we spoke,
when I would drift in and out
of our conversation
not really paying attention to my words
or if what I was saying made any sense,
or how often I repeated things.
Senseless banter propelling me
into my own imaginations.
I participated in the conversation at-hand,
spouting answers to your endless questions,
your causes.
though, I would rather have
been making love to you with my words.
Now,
Your silences are your causes.
They rage as thunderstorms in my ears.
The questions drenched
by the residue in my head.
So I sit here wordless, answerless.
Limbic coils swirl around in my
unconscious dampening my
discontented reality.
The answers lie
in the whites of the eyes
wide open to discover
once again
the senseless banter,
that closed my eyes
propelling me
into my own imaginations.
11/19/2012 Posted on 11/20/2012
Copyright © 2024 June Labyzon
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/20/12 at 12:49 PM Very well done. My wife would love this one! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/20/12 at 02:00 PM there is literally nill to do but adore this ode. You have touched something deep within yourself, and it resounds so soulfully. If I can equate words with grapes, I would say yours which you placed in our vat of understanding, you leave us to stomp and make of them our own particular and peculiar spirit and merrily do we sip and quaff and dance, inebriated with such to the soul, to the soul. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/21/12 at 02:18 AM "Your silences are your causes" - my favorite line. That last stanza is brilliant - the eyes cannot lie. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/23/12 at 04:01 PM ...i too find myself in reverie while someone is talking...or versa vice, part of a big brain disease. thanks for your kind words, june |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/13/13 at 06:21 PM Excellent poetic analogy of a relationship. |
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