Donna
Autorin
At the door of my lips, I keep the light shut
Nailed in tight, not a syllable escapes, but
for inside, the words worm their way onward; brash
The rebels among them try to make a mad dash
Burning out, before they hit a wall and crash
Ha, as if they could open what is sealed!
Beyond skin-deep, layers that need to be peeled
Before any words have a chance to collaborate
To dare verses, must'nt those first cohabitate?
A select few float, doing their own thing
What is their use, if none measure up nor bring,
that lyrical voice that converts into prose
Suddenly chaos erupts, they're crowding in droves
Having circled in thought, now pool beneath brows
A string of them forming variegated vowels
Each intake of breath, now becoming opinion
Words want to spill, having established dominion
Slicing through the silence, with razor sharpness
One departs, leading the pack, with a -stark-yes
© Donna H.
October 23, 2024
Nailed in tight, not a syllable escapes, but
for inside, the words worm their way onward; brash
The rebels among them try to make a mad dash
Burning out, before they hit a wall and crash
Ha, as if they could open what is sealed!
Beyond skin-deep, layers that need to be peeled
Before any words have a chance to collaborate
To dare verses, must'nt those first cohabitate?
A select few float, doing their own thing
What is their use, if none measure up nor bring,
that lyrical voice that converts into prose
Suddenly chaos erupts, they're crowding in droves
Having circled in thought, now pool beneath brows
A string of them forming variegated vowels
Each intake of breath, now becoming opinion
Words want to spill, having established dominion
Slicing through the silence, with razor sharpness
One departs, leading the pack, with a -stark-yes
© Donna H.
October 23, 2024