Bridges, entwining;
or barriers, crashing.
It depends on the mood
and the setting: sound blasting—
I can hardly hear your voice in this mob, so
your words are gone before they reach me,
while I don’t want to bother sending mine on their way.
What I wanted to say to you
would be as out of place to show you here
as shouting in your ear while we lay together later
in the peaceful silent throb of the darkness.
Limbs, entwining;
and bodies, crashing.
When we’re in the mood
we don’t need words.
All we need to know and tell
flows freely, hand in hand;
eye to eye and skin to skin,
our own secret whispers
without words.
A contest entry
- love me in sign language... by Princess Derge.
650 points, ended August 5, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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the first section- you did a good job expressing this. i can relate.
2nd- i like the image of laying together and having no communication..."silent throb of darkness"-i like that.
3rd- i like how the first lines go back to the first stanza
"when we're in the mood we don't need words."- so true
this is beautiful :]
i think you should make the first section more defined. it was kindof confusing.
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Really? I think the second stanza is the more confusing one
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the second and third were the best, in my opinion.
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