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Identity - Part 1
Thoughts dropped from tongue tip
Cliff-diving, sprouting wings
Gliding eloquently
to find nest within my ear
Chirp chirp echoed words
reverberating truths are sent
in secret handshakes
Wading wells, spilling out into my heart
Plucked in fear and resonance
Stirred surface goes serene as I am lifting away
Smoothing glass grade retrospection
My words, another's reflection
Lip-synching the chirps of thoughts
and water-drop conceptions
Hoisted high in starving light
Swallowed, vanishing inside a perfect replica
(of all that I could have done right)
Our ages, paper-thin boundaries
projecting pop culture paladins
to the Gods of stage and screen
He speaks, I listen
He says the things I want to say
but have not the familiarity to drop from tongue tip
so that they glisten, wet from the placenta
taking flight into the naked day
seeking nests from way up high
Cliff-diving, sprouting wings
Gliding eloquently
to find nest within my ear
Chirp chirp echoed words
reverberating truths are sent
in secret handshakes
Wading wells, spilling out into my heart
Plucked in fear and resonance
Stirred surface goes serene as I am lifting away
Smoothing glass grade retrospection
My words, another's reflection
Lip-synching the chirps of thoughts
and water-drop conceptions
Hoisted high in starving light
Swallowed, vanishing inside a perfect replica
(of all that I could have done right)
Our ages, paper-thin boundaries
projecting pop culture paladins
to the Gods of stage and screen
He speaks, I listen
He says the things I want to say
but have not the familiarity to drop from tongue tip
so that they glisten, wet from the placenta
taking flight into the naked day
seeking nests from way up high
Published 17th Jun 2013
| Edited 12th May 2015
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- Edited 17th Jun 2013 8:00pm
17th Jun 2013 7:45pm
There are some very compelling images woven throughout this piece. I'm probably way off, but it strikes me as the same way I see my children. Reflections and retractions of myself, yet wholly independent, forging young Selves from a mix of home, media, social environment, and experience.
18th Jun 2013 6:05pm
It is a mix of all those thing and one in specific. Thanks for the read and comment.
18th Jun 2013 2:00am
Doesn't it feel good? Doesn't it feel goddamned good? You are up and running again. This is a fine piece. It didn't take philosophy or society to make things important. The thing I like about it is that you found the poetry of what you care about in your own home. Your personal involvement is evident. The care in the wording is evident. That gives it significance to us as readers by extension.
18th Jun 2013 6:08pm
It does feel good to feel like I'm part of this community again by contributing. I have learned to take a tenuous stance on my "returns" here as they have come and gone in recent times. Is this one of my best? No, but it is something and that's a start. I suppose I need to put the ego aside and just write. That's always been my biggest hurdle, getting out of my own way. Thanks for the read and uplifting comment.
