Sometimes I feel like I’m speaking a different language
One that is connected to my heart
And not to the world around me
I swallow, feel my tongue where it runs down the back of my throat
It doesn’t stop there
Fastened down hard like other tongues
Instead it unravels like a rope into the depths of my soul
I swallow
And try to keep the words from falling quite so squarely, truthfully
I trap them, spin them into something more normal
Before they give me away and mark me not ordinary
“Nice weather we are having” I toss
Yes, well received as what nots usually are
It will do for now
Some words are just for saying any old how
Others are like the special lounge in my grandmothers house
Rarely used and only on special occasions
Dark and plush and deep
Rarely do those words ever leap blithely
They don’t get bounced around on like everyday furniture
“Morning” I nod with a pleasant smile
I’m witholding
Speaking pleasantries instead
Pleasant
A nice word
Lovely
Another
And I smell moth balls and furniture polish and remember
The very best cutlery is reserved for special occasions
gdday blue
i guess i know how are you
The weather is about all there is left uncontroversial to talk about–as long as you stick to the exact manifestation and nothing more–they’ve managed to politicize literally everything from sports to going to the bathroom to what we eat–and even the weather. So I’ll take the pleasantries. I really don’t want to know anything else about anyone anymore. And since you can’t see anyone smile anymore, there’s no sense of community or comradery anymore. So when we appreciate a warm spring day (55 and sun here in northern Michigan) and we are able to remark on that together, I’m grateful.
Light and easy polite and breezy and save the good stuff for those that appreciate it 😊
terrific: the poem unwinds into something amazing: the metaphor of that special lounge in yr grandma’s house and the one about the best cutlery —
Thanks John 😊
yes, ‘intense’ is a good word for it —
Fascinating words and thoughts. For many reasons, this may be a favorite of mine. You have a way with words, my friend, that is unlike any other. ♥️❤️
Thanks Karla, we are all different, it fascinates me how the words land differently on people. 🦋💕
You’re welcome, Kate. Words are so powerful! 💛💪🏻 I failed to mention that in my years of creating a “minimalist life” I saved very special family memorabilia. These items were all on my mind after this. ♥️
I’m glad you saved special things Karla, I don’t think minimalism is about a lack – it is about everything that remains being special
Thank you. Yes, I agree. Beautifully said! 💕