By Six-Out

they move in silence
forcing words
that when pieced together
feel at home.
as if that tongue
was the only thing
that could truly
bring them
to life.

when I spoke
in broken proverbs.
hurt- was
placed in boxed hearts.
left on tabletops
and spoken to as if it
were a child.
fingertips laced
regression with a hint of
fire fueled by
so this heart
it was beating rhythmically
to the sound of
forgetting to fall.

and in closing.
my hands are shaking
far. too. much.
to slip
miracles. between page
so these lips.
they're humbled.
and I fall now

make poor

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Copyright 2009 Jon Rodgers
Published on Wednesday, December 16, 2009.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Cassette On Wednesday, November 8, 2017, Cassette (1215)By person wrote:

    that ending stanza... people don't write like this anymore.

  • A former member wrote: I enjoyed reading this. The way the lines are broken up, along with the choice of words gives the impression of feeling weak, grasping at something, or struggling. It seems very sincere and reflective.

  • A former member wrote: Wow ! Fantastic , beautiful and sad . Love it !

  • A former member wrote: Your endings always make me want to cry. Thank you, luv - Div

  • slow.burn.star On Thursday, January 7, 2010, slow.burn.star (86)By person wrote:

    cant sleep... the clowns will eat me....

  • A former member wrote: Beautiful Jon. Truly lovely. =)

  • A former member wrote: been far too long since i wobbled. ... .i kinda miss it. stirring write.

  • A former member wrote: This might just be my favorite poem of any you've ever written.

  • Dilated View On Thursday, December 17, 2009, Dilated View (648)By person wrote:

    In this case I would say letters make wonderful legs. Often they aren't enough and end up being very cardboard-esque. This left me weak, thanks for that.

  • K_Love On Thursday, December 17, 2009, K_Love (529)By person wrote:

    "to the sound of tears forgetting to fall." Beautiful.

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