Wordless

[Cyril Darkcloud]

Wordless

 

Wordless

but not silent,

the busy chatter

of movement

fills this place

as hands open

to the easy giving

and eager taking

of trifles scattered

between corners,

dragging hearts

in panting dash

from thing to touch

and touch to thing.

Rushing crowds out

breathing and sets

distracted lungs

to snatching after

bursts of air in a

gasping give and take

of morsels of breath

to sustain our motion

among the clutter

we’ve strewn

above the silence

of stillborn syllables

in the thin parts

of our throats.

 

This piece was put together in the Writer's Workshop. The series of revisions can be found here.

[Peredhil]

I liked it there

I like it here

You criticize so well

we give in to fear

But to deny you praise

Is to be silly goose

My cheers I raise

sung like Dr. Seuss.

 

 

Good work Cyril. You seem to be an all-around writer. I'm pleased I can't pigeon-hole type you.