Do you ever tire of words?
For instance, when a conversation with a friend
slows down and runs smack-dab into a granite wall,
and there’s nothing left to say;
one of those awkward moments
when your panic-stricken brain can’t find the right phrase
to wind down some rhetorical fabrication
during which your listener will ask the question,
“God, why did you not provide some lubrication
for the frozen mind that lacks the wit to finish
one of these convoluted, linguistically
incompetent sentences that goes on and on
ad infinitum and ad nauseam, wither
the tongue hath traveled, but the brain can not pursue?”
Anyway,
I’m sure I know exactly what I meant to say:
Nothing.
A contest entry
- A Modern groove by James Ether.
1000 points, ended December 15, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Yes, I do - sometimes words seem to get in the way of ideas and expression of them, and the feeling of futility is overwhelming. Well written.
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