***
not every thought is destined for
setting down firmly in
carefully selected words
trimmed and pruned for
devastating effect, growth,
titanic impact; and though they
cry out for enumeration, explication,
most will remain unspoken,
never leaving generating home — pent,
rapt, glued to muted televisions, slouching
permanently, sadly down on
overworn inadequate couches, and will only always
wonder what it might be like
to have a voice, to echo in
canyons and open spaces, to be
trapped by pinna, resonated by
malleus and incus, to shake loose
the untilnow passive fluids in
semicircular canals, and to at last
electrify in a cochlea, transmit through
axons and dendrites into web of
gray matter, and there translate into
the quickening pulse of
someone else’s heart —
***
Best i can muster right now. Forgotten but not gone. – r.e.w.
Not forgotten. 🙂
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Wow, I think I am following what you are saying. Choosing to sit and passively take in tv or some other banal thing in place of true connection with the one right next to you? I nee a dictionary for several of these words….but I love it! I usually read your poems outloud because of the sounds of the words!
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It’s about two things, really. First: about the numerous ideas that i have had for writing that have not come to fruition. Secondly: about the destiny of each of us individually, and how some of us are meant for “great” things and some for more “humble” things. Mostly it is an expression of my frustration at my inability to produce anything lately, and wondering if i should continue to pursue writing as a path or not, etc. Thanks for reading!
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Oh, please keep writing.
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