The Sound of Saying

I listen to the fabric world
To know its sound
And breathe it in.
the ebb and flow of stars
shooting through me
like love in the air.

I know the sound
The word approximate
The rest is tapping fingers,
or the sun in my eyes,
or drying pavements,
or maybe a butterfly somewhere.
Would it all unravel
if I said something different?

This is the sound
that Jackson Pollack made
when he walked the dripping paint.
This is the sound
of mist and the way it talks.

On the lip of now
the sound is me
as the pen lifts.
And so much time
between now
and the next word.
So much gossip at my nerve
before the chance
and fabrication of sound.



Comments

  • uncleblack
    uncleblackover 4 years ago

    excellent writing, it oozes contemplation and i love the suspense of what will happen when the pen hits the paper..

  • sunnyd
    sunnydover 4 years ago

    Excellent!!!

  • Vesna *
    Vesna *over 4 years ago

    I bet you have a wonderful voice Chris, I didn’t realize until now but when I read your poems i “hear” them as you recite them…I don’t do that always..interesting, isn’t it?:)

  • Well judging from the response of others my voice is like Marmite. you either love it or hate it. Personally I hate it. I’ve tried once or twice to record some poetry but the result was not good. But yes they are oral rather than written.

    – Chris1249

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