Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Poem of the day
Writers write and bristlers bristle
Throwing off scads of thorny biting infinitesimally small projectiles.
Speakers speak and stealth whisperers whisper.
Buzzing in your ears. Swish swishing in your business. Soft suggesting eyelashes lowering.
plant the seed.
Inject the fertilizer. Regard the heaving bosom.
Lower the boom. Boom.
All the talk talk impressions of social media. Of news no news. Empty swishing. More media. Hopeful projectiles launched and whispered and swished in a cloud.
an enemy of the silent night. Listen for the silence between the swarm of words.
Demand the silence.
It is infinitely more meaningful.