Words which slither ‘twixt this tooth and tongue
May please or not as the case may be.
The sound of language on the air seems fair.
Take splendid, such a splendid word
Rich in sparkling overtones
Or meaning,
What?
You can say that again.
These intersecting consonants
This chinwag enchantment of verbose skulduggery
Now coalesce in jawbone justifications
Of one irrefutable fact.
It is I!
I, the mouth, who is speaking
Down here beneath the nose.
Pallet, tooth, tongue and lip.
Four cohorts with muse conspire
Articulate a looping string of syllables
Long verbal lines of pendant lures
Cast amongst a sea of ears
Like trumpet seashells tuned to catch
Each regulated tone
With relish to appreciate
The essence of a poem.
Dave Tomlin
It seem’st
though might
the cohorts,
muse,
be mightily
conspiring
There is a sixth
Comment by Luke on 3 May, 2015 at 12:04 amthat quietly
sings
whilst
whistles
are perspiring
Luke – A responce well relished.
Comment by dave tomlin on 6 May, 2015 at 1:40 pmLuke – A response will reli s hed indeed.
Comment by dave tomlin on 6 May, 2015 at 1:42 pmWithin a brain
Comment by Steve Pank on 6 May, 2015 at 8:08 pmThe shadows of connection,
An image inside or out
flows in mind
Is it there
Really there?
Its just a thought – and then another thought
like a cat brushing past
floats in and out
the picture changes
to another thought.
And relishment
appreciated thus
Even the puss
the possibility
of poncing
No truly
My heart smiles
at this
These words
dancing
jiggling
esconsing
Comment by Luke on 7 May, 2015 at 12:34 amensconsing
Comment by Luke on 7 May, 2015 at 12:38 am“Connection”
becomes fraught
No
It becomes fraughter
If it’s a shadow
then it’s a shadow’s daughter
How many cats
have to sidle past
before the subtlety’s
a cliché?
Yes thoughts come and go
like yesterday’s snow
and the pictures look like
hearsay
We can’t
live inside
this shell
of fear
that each picture
is what will be static
As my heart opens up
to
the fountain
the cup
my heart’s no longer
Comment by Luke on 7 May, 2015 at 1:26 ama part of
the traffic
You surface from solos.
(Being only buried
From one delay
After another).
No one can be
Inside the dream.
And so hello comes
Being.
Being
Comment by neil oram on 11 May, 2015 at 4:10 pmWithout reference
Bristling
Raping
The doll’s head
Replacing noise
With nourishing
Pungent alone-is.
I am shadow
corpse
crepuscular
remorse
Posturing hope
I mope
wishing to be
recompensed
for all the faint hearted losses
Clawing at
the ineffable
no excuses
still here
a shadow
my friend
Comment by Luke on 16 May, 2015 at 12:59 pmWriting
Comment by Luke on 16 May, 2015 at 1:39 pmis over-rated, belated, like such as what was is was there
no fair
somehow expectation and assumption
Destroyed
your family
cartons of cuckolds jackdaws of refinement
bely in solitude
longing’s demure
Shat
no caucuses
refrain
wept across caverns deep
smile yesterday sleep
Mong
fear thee
no lips to silent vow
Forever
Jerk
Longstanding osscillations
retain urgentness
Cow
Wha?
Splain.
No
A sweet refrain
Bank
the what’s it caled
rivers of discontent
what?
narrowboats
rapeseed? fpr that is what i hear it called
and black
another dirty word
Poof Puff
Buried in the sand
that’s red sand
by an
mysteriouser hand
Gone
Syllables the claws of separation
Comment by Joss Wynne Evans on 21 May, 2015 at 4:47 pmshred the sacred vowel.
And who are we
to punctuate divinity?