The grass is dry today
or maybe dead
beneath the spine of a tree at the rivers edge.
And I pay little mind to it all running by
as if every drop has somewhere to be.
Schools of children
scores of men
colors of women
Laughing auditory truths
that cannot be translated
into mere language and
smiling through mental images of
raising middle fingers.
Screaming instructions to
cage myself.
But I cannot hear.
I do not speak fish.
A gust of cool wind
carries clouds and their warnings
I merely raise my eyes to the horizon
And a light rain dusts the flats
but i cannot be moved.
My inward ambiences echo
through the life lines
I make tremble
a mere boy.
humble.
Author notes
Feeling my muse was lost I tried my first freewrite on this site.
Topic: Describe God. I started out with 'God is in the grass' and this is what fell. Unedited.
In a list
All I can say is that I hope you like it...
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"But I cannot hear.
I do not speak fish."
So dig this, bro. Excellent form and word usage. Flows well. Hope this does well for you.
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amazing.
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i do not speak fish. that, as silly as it seems, is like the point of this... that we have to learn to listen to what others are saying, not just sit idly by.
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Or perhaps the point is that God is in the music... or the rain.
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