Empty words

silent words

I did feel / hope that you would be listening

I speak passionately, with such care

or such contrition

You didn’t even absorb my words enough

To use words against me as ammunition

..

Hollow, empty vowels

You devour, ‘tasteless’

I take them out and play with them

Like a child

You unplug the sinkhole

Turn your back, disgusted

and let them all drain out

This is why the water works

came like angry clouds

Splattered bird excrement on a rusty sink

That’s how my words come to be

shut down

So, started to live in ink

..

I repeat myself

and explain things in different,creative ways

as I don’t expect people to listen to me

Then I worry that they’d listen more if I didn’t repeat myself!

But there will be people for whom you’d only have to say things once

My words have fear, power, prodding

like hands reaching, inconsiderately,

curiously

For alphabetised play with hot stove

and sharp cooking tongs

You dump in cold water

Then tut and clap your hands

it doesn’t matter what the font

is

I can dress them up

But, in your kitchen, my words

will always be wrong

..

I don’t need nobody

I don’t need anything

Except, I’d not so secretly like

you to see my words come alive

When I put hands to the notes app

And poetry voices my soul

In the way that some expose

their insides when they sing

Make them live in inside’s relating

It’s the connection

The connection is my win

New Year thoughts..

Don’t put pressure on yourself