"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:
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
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.
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