Non Verbal

When I write…
The color flows from the pen of me,
the loops and whorls carrying the texture,
the ridges,
the rough and the oily smooth,
and I can feel them pushing up,
light seeking,
growing into something unimagined.
Life breathed and branching,
like a time lapse sky,
sun and stars streaking ,
where even the trails left behind,
blaze, 
however briefly,
profound and proud.
I was here and this is what I say,
what I mean.
A trinity,
a legacy ,
of font and heart and mind.
 
When I speak…
The words falter out, 
crumbled and dried like the lid was left open too long,
like scratchings from a run down pen.
My mouth and my mind do not meet in timely measure,
in that admirable gleaming brass precision,
and so I have taught my eyes to slump
in my inward turned face,
as to not engage with anyone,
who may speak to me in a language too crowded,
too clotted,
 for me to filter all at once.
Hours later the pieces may fall together and coalesce
but the moment quickly ages and shifts
 and they slide into the dimness of the recycled.
Non verbal still speaks.
But you must listen with something else,
something beyond,
just your ears.
©jayetomas2016
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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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