The Art of Conversation

about my struggle with making/keeping conversation and the nervousness surrounding this

Cutting through the canvas of silence,
you present as a practiced painter,
laying out all your lines
with deliberate ease.

Each stroke
of your tongue
frames intention
with perfect dimension,
while this pause
signals invitation
for interpretation.

But the shapes your lips make,
collapse with your features,
and I’m left unsure of your tone.
I can't gauge your reaction,
but it dictates my next word.

Your brushstrokes fall faster
than I’m able to sift through
my archives of memory,
searching for something
that might help me relate.

I inventory my pallet of words
But the pigments are dull
And their boundaries blended.
I try to string together a response,
But the art of conversation
is lost on me.

Reviews

[Broken.buddy]

Damn!, what a beautiful read and what a beautiful description of conversation, the detailing that you have introduced in describing the idea with toungue, lips, strokes etc made it really attractive to me. I could only dream of being able to describe things in such a low level of detail, things which are probably visible sub liminally, but to be able to put them into words laying them bare is indeeed an art. Lovely work, thank you for writing this.

[Falling Awake]

wow!!! what a truly amazing wonderful comment and compliment to log into! I'm glad you enjoyed my metaphor and description. I really value your comment because I very much still consider myself a beginner. But your comment makes me feel like I improved. Thank you for reading my words in their entirety.