Stop your simple dark stutter
and come, carefully,
to me
with words in your eyes
instead of itching
against your straw-scratch lips.
Don’t tell me things
that must eclipse every truth
I have had to hear.
Put your hand on my heart
so it can cup this numbness.
Let it nestle there
to give birth to my new language
come spring
when birds return
with my song.
Author notes
Prompt:
d.
"I have to remind myself that some birds weren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knew it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. But your world is just that much colder and emptier when they're gone."
'The Shawshank Redemption'
written by Frank Darabont, from novella by Stephen King
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- Color Me Numb {{Options Contest)) by PerfectImperfection.
600 points, ended December 9, 2007, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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I love the image of the straw scratch lips. We create a new and personal language whenever we touch a heart. Part of what makes touch so sacred. You catch this in the metaphor of birds and seasons beautifully.
Love, Tom B.
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This is such an amazing take on the prompt chosen. Very well written lines to provoke the heart and mind. Thank you so much for your entry & Best wishes in the contest!
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thank you, pen friend. I do like this poem... although we do the right thing, it doesn't not mean we do not hurt ourselvs.
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"Don’t tell me things
that must eclipse every truth
I have had to hear."
Sighhh...To tell you how beautiful this is would only lessen its immediate impact & fragile grandeur. Good luck in the contest, my dear Friend. 
Wanda
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ty my friend... we know that letting go of something beautiful, and the coldest afterwards
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Wonderful, this made me think of the gentle ease of of thoughts that flow simply from the heart. I loved "Let it nestle there
to give birth to my new language
come spring
when birds return
with my song."
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ty Mallig, I wanted it to follow train of a thought... I appreciate your comments.
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