A top end Grass Wren, Alice Springs. Not really petulant, just looked that way.
Five Letters
Five letters undid you.
Swayed you from that perverse course.
Jaw set firmly,
flashing eyes,
flushed cheeks,
casting a thousand, silent words.
That feeling of caged,
held against your vaguest ideal.
Word wrangling,
exhausted
as meaning evaporated effortlessly,
and you were powerless to hold them.
Uncooperative tongue
just would not form the words of your heart.
“But you don’t understand.”
Tears speak louder,
shouting “listen.”
Silence reigned.
My heart imploded,
dissonance, like a Dali painting.
A cypher of chrysalis.
“Sorry”
A new birth.
Five letters undid you, and me.
©Paul Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Beautiful. I love your poems so much Paul.Keep writing.
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Well I’ll take that high praise, and encouragement, thank you Megha, means a lot.
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My pleasure Paul
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Sorry can do so much!
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So agree Kelly
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But I should add, I’m a slow learner in this matter.
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Slow learning is still learning. 😁
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You are so right Dee 🙂 thanks
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totally agree with Megha, keep em coming … sounds like you know petulance and a word we need to hear more 🙂
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Strange that 🙂 yes indeed, and you’re very kind, thank you Kate
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not kind, just recognising real talent when I see it!
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Well, it means a lot.
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Blown away at such deep thought provoking verse
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Many thanks
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