~le Griot
So you have answered my poem with a poem. Then I must continue:
It's the words
beneath the words
that frighten me.
Scattered and hidden
in the back of my mind,
on scraps of paper,
(in the silences) .
Bold as a burp
I sometimes dropp them carelessly,
in midsentences, in startled
gaps of mundane conversation.
I lose them to the hungry air,
my real portrait, untouched
glossy face.
Cheryl
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~le Griot So you have answered my poem with a poem. Then I must continue: It's the words beneath the words that frighten me. Scattered and hidden in the back of my mind, on scraps of paper, (in the silences) . Bold as a burp I sometimes dropp them carelessly, in midsentences, in startled gaps of mundane conversation. I lose them to the hungry air, my real portrait, untouched glossy face. Cheryl