Trepido

It will speak to you,

Not in words or sounds but in

The simpler way flowers speak from the shade

The malicious way stars flatter the night out of a black pure sky

Or deserts sing till their anxiously dry of isolation

Irascible

Steeped, mangled and all-consuming

It will speak to you

And you will hear it as a breeze

You will know it,  because the voice is oddly of your own

And the nicks you feel are real enough

The crackling wick’s dance against a sea of self-liquidity 

And stems of  static fallen on your life

Adapted now to handsome walls 

You'll taste your fear-

That vein that stares oddly as you remain trapped in its icebox throat

And the window sill melts at your face

Consumed with all its vigil

 

It will speak to you

But you must never listen

Reviews

[DoormanDan]

Very menacingly written! You have good use of figurative language to really sell the picture you're trying to paint in this piece, and I like the way it flows like life advice from somebody who's speaking from past experience. Nicely penned :)

[Perdition]

I appreciate the kind words and review, Doorman Dan. I will be by again soon after Thanksgiving to read some more of your poems. Happy Thanksgiving~

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I tremble...the original resident has always been a multi faceted magician....how could I not?

[Perdition]

As Always..a turn then tip of the hat. Thanks Q!

[Cory Barrett]

Holy s**t this is some gooddness!

[Perdition]

Thanks! Love the review!

[emmajoy]

'Or deserts sing till their anxiously dry of isolation - Irascible ~ Steeped, mangled and all-consuming loneliness ~ It will speak to you ~ And you will hear it as a breeze .. .. '

One might not be wise to listen but.. how could one ignore such beautiful phrasing. Here perhaps, of the Lorelei mould that lure.. and lure.. til lost is invisibility itself. Perhaps?

[Perdition]

That freaking Lorelei ..Oh go ahead, listen one time. ha ha ha
Thanks you~