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.

The Sound of Saying

Chris1249

Joined May 2010

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