Sunday, June 29, 2008

Pearl

"Pearl"


When daylight ebbs, my thoughts collect

with no clear thread that I detect

they try to show me what's correct

(but I lay low, and don't suspect).


I wouldn't talk when I was small,

But thoughts stormed through me, like a squall

and chased my parents down the hall.

(I wonder if they heard at all). 


And now, I still don't like to speak.

my questions few, answers oblique

contribute to my strange mystique

(a very lonely, strange technique). 


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(Written about 5 minutes ago in a sleepy stupor:))

2 comments:

bel said...

I wouldn't talk when I was small, But thoughts stormed through me, like a squall and chased my parents down the hall...

this is an entire children's book!!! I'm not kidding

and this
And now, I still don't like to speak. my questions few, answers oblique contribute to my strange mystique (a very lonely, strange technique).

I just plain old love

Miss Elaineous said...

I'm with Belinda. This needs to be illustrated, page by page, and recited (over and over).

I didn't talk when I was small, either. I didn't speak for years.

"a very lonely, strange technique" - perfect.