Word Platters
The words have their own will to where to fall.
I close my mouth and a sound prods against the shut roof.
The same sentence mulls around the tongue.
The mind vibrates on the " It is done" It is done" “It is gone”
There’s a deep water of a girl with green eyes.
Swim with her in the pool of where all is equal, no sums subtracted or added.
It’s the silence that warps the thinking, collecting goblins and rednecks persuading that behind the still the nothing is greedily eating what may be left of the word platter.
The crook of my neck is stiff from holding my head above the bridge of disappointment.
The words have a will and dictate feelings to pinch the underbelly of the soul.
I bruise easily.
I heal quickly.
I will wash that word platter in my blood.
“It is complete”
© K S Hardy 2012
Comments
You got me thinking, excellente piece as usual by the way, strange how I only know a few bad chords for the guitar and they always sound happy, and when I get to writing anything it always comes across a bit sad. It;s a good thing I can’t do two things at once, like sing and play, it would sound like a debacle, unlike this, which actually sounded quite sweet.
Hmmm yeh the undercurrent of the what is not said sometimes is louder than those awful tooting thingees at the world cup soccer last year!
I was being sweet by the way but with a good lashing of cryptic sour as well x
– Arcadia Tempest
this is awesome!! stunning piece!!
Thanks Paul….. my muse was rollicking about the place and prodded the words to fall in the pattern of the above. :O)
– Arcadia Tempest
“a deep water of a girl with green eyes.” Wow, I love this description. Cool stuff KS.
Hi ya Dick
It is cool to see you about the bubble me thinks ;O) The year has already gobbled up January!!!
– Arcadia Tempest
Ah yes the sweet savory of words. The table is sometimes laid for us and the patters full of unwanted delectables but none the less we feast. A meal eaten blindfolded is much more savory and inviting than one have ordered. Good write Karin
The platter is always full me thinks and we select sometimes through the power of emotion rather than the power of the word…..or something like that ;O)
– Arcadia Tempest
You know what, this has made me think so much. It is one of my most favourite pieces of writing I have seen for a long time. Absolutely fantastic. Cheers.
Hell that is such a compliment ….I thank you so much, you put a spring into my step here :O))
– Arcadia Tempest
It has always seemed kind of odd to me that the flashing of imagery in the mind finds expression in words..a paradox of sorts. Top form Karen :) xo
Don’t you just love how it can work sometimes.
And don’t you just hate it how it can work sometimes.
The creative heart is bold me thinks….
– Arcadia Tempest
my darling
so much I want to say but shall just state
I get this
love you xoxoxoxox
Hello gorgeous poetess
The things not in reach that bite us….. good thing there is chocolate…xoxoxo
– Arcadia Tempest
this is wonderful!!!
Thank you kindly Guendalyn. Wishing you a glorious word platter. :)
– Arcadia Tempest
Brilliant piece my friend, thought provoking to say the least. Touches chords in the soul belly.
Thanking you most kindly Marie. That soul belly needs a tickle now and then as well me thinks…..better get on to that sometime!
– Arcadia Tempest
Ah to be free…totally free from the words, from the platter…and not be condemned outside the borders; but to thrive alone with ones loving—isolation to completion of a new world unfettered.
Hi Joe
We could never be free from words unless we are free from emotions me thinks….I think we are heading for a Buddhist kinda of conversation! ;O))
– Arcadia Tempest