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Wednesday, August 08, 2007

I should not mention...

Words seem to get in the way tonight. The wrong words. And where there are no words, this silence screams the blood curdling chills of language face down in a roadside ditch. So newly dead the flies of disquieted expectations have not even noted the gruesome occurrence as yet.

The ink in my journal tonight reeks of this death.

It is not fit or noteworthy enough for an obit.

I should not mention its passing.

5 comments:

Odessa said...

wow. that poem is absolutely beautiful! i so love the last line:
Plop - splash - plop, the tears fall--
cheers!

Lucindyl said...

Oh, this hurts to read. I know this ditch.

Michael A. Wells said...

Odessa -

Thanks! Appreciate you stopping by the site. I'll have to check yours out as well.

Michael

Michael A. Wells said...

Cindy...
It hurt to write as well.

Anonymous said...

This is absolutely brilliant. I'm stunned, tingly, from reading it.

I used to know a guy who claimed to be inarticulate, then he would thread words together just like this. He never understood his gift. I hope you recognize yours.