Communicative Silence

I look forward to a new poem the way

I look forward to having scabs to scratch,

to having scars to squeeze,

scabrous sibilants, syllables seeping and severed.

Text analysis

lessthannoidea.blogspot.com is probably written by a female somewhere between 66-100 years old. The writing style is personal and upset most of the time.

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The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass -John Keats

The bird flutter'd faltering through the icy leaves;

The cow moo'd morosely through the glaciated garden;

The pig oink'd ontologically through the frost-bound feeder;

The dog bark'd beatifically over the sleety sod.

Furseus' Words (Adagio grandioso)

When he was restored to his body, and throughout his whole life, on is shoulder and jaw he bore the mark of the fire that he had felt in his soul, visible to all men. - Furseus' Vision, 633 C.E.

And one of the seraphims flew to me, and in his hand was a live coal, which he had taken with the tongs off the altar. And he touched my mouth, and said: Behold this hath touched thy lips, and thy iniquities shall be taken away, and thy sin shall be cleansed. -Isaiah 6:6-7

Here I am, a man long in years and short in age,

Naked in December, plunging in again to icy waters

that will not cool my skin nor quench my thirst.

I speak at nonce, and at vesper sing but not my prayers

into the rafter beams.

I shall not speak again before my death.

When the angel seized me up I saw below

The rocky depths on which I'd fall,

The crushing depths on which I'd fall,

The dashing waves on which I'd fall,

It is my gift, now as then, to neither laugh

nor frown;

But look upon them steep below.

When my god allowed for me to feel the scalding heat

of the burning soul against my face, I could not flinch

or look away. It is my gift, now as then, neither flinch

nor look away,

but feel that burning flesh a kiss.

When I was cast again against those rocks,

And knew I could not rise, and called again my God,

I was left to lie until I could raise myself. It was my gift,

Then as now, to wait until I could lift myself,

and gather with my strength.

Here I am, a man long in years and short in age,

Naked in the December of my youth, plunging, diving

And rejoicing that my thirst, my fire remains.

I, who have once whispered in the ear of God,

Know I may not pray again

Until God speaks to me.

Flight

An atom pulls itself into being

By borrowing against itself when it will no longer exist.

Is pain like that?

The secret that you hide is your kindness; this,

and nothing else, could destroy.

I speak against the silence,

And write because I should not

because there is so much to say:

my anger for you is perverse and

a survivor's guilt, because you could take all and will not.

The woodsmoke on the air today

Is what I offer you

And every crunch of snow I snapped

where footstep hadn't been.

When it melts it will have been there

It's power is that it will leave,

marked by when it will not be.

False Starts and Apologies (An Etude)

If I had taken all the love I'd been shown

For years and rolled it up into one ball

And chewed, and thoroughly tasted, and swallowed it some years ago,

It would have led to no more than I what I felt.

I compose lines now before I sleep

And send them off inside my head.

It is my form of prayer.

I wish that wishes had power

I wish the skyline wasn't unforgiving.

I wish we could have seen it.

I have been this quarter century in making. I am not done.

But I have realized in these days

when everything came apart, and snapped, and refracted,

It wasn't breaking.

The only thing I have ever really feared

Was what it is to be a fearful thing,

Suspected and half-hated myself;

No more.

Who I've been, and who I am,

Have snapped into harmony.

I do not need the same words,

but would have new ones.

I have found that I can open myself.

I have found that I can see, and speak,

and laugh a hard and easy laugh with teeth

against the lips, hard and visible.

In the dusk of the shortest day,

The daylight shatters. Tomorrow

Will be longer.

i liked the way we looked

all of us

sexually

and the way we passed tells me i'm the only one

whose pills really

ever mattered.