Tag Archives: words
murky depths
Waters flows
to the storm drain
as soft rain
continues to fall
on the pavement.
Danger lurks
in murky depths
and bubbles up
as sweet words
that lure you
to the edge.
by matt at shadow of iris
murky depths
words iii
Words
on a stealth expedition
searching for a way
out.
– matt at shadow of iris
blank pages
Blank pages
rise up
and begin a dance
that taunts me;
each sheet
fast enough
to escape
the swiftest movement
of my sharpest pen.
I reach for my coat
and my hat
and I head out the door
yet everywhere I go
there it is
my typewriter
clickety-clacking
a melody
without words.
– matt at shadow of iris
blank pages
a play on words
A play on words
that drifted one way
and then went the other
the wind taking each letter
of each word
and dropping them
suddenly
one by one
into a tangled web
where a large spider
terrorized them all
until they spelled their beans
and divulged their meanings.
– matt at shadow of iris
a_play_on_words
words ii
He wrote
so many words
that eventually
they began to crowd
upon themselves
and push
and become brutish
until finally
some began
to fall off the page
into a world of silence
where their pleas
could not be heard.
– matt at shadow of iris
words_ii
share the secret
I dare not classify it
because to classify it
would be to give it shape
but a lack of dignity
so I breathe not a word
less I spoil this thing
saying nothing
shares the secret.
– matt at shadow of iris
hold back nothing
Hold back nothing
ambiguously
each word
falling from you
a drop of mist
in the middle of
a downpour.
– matt at shadow of iris
small words
Small words
on the edge of a sentence
drifting in one direction first
but then taking an unexpected
twist
and leading you down
a tunnel
where as of yet
there is no light.
– matt at shadow of iris
small_words
learning to sing
Until you begin to speak
there will be no words.
The rumbling of clouds
as I am cast out
and lain
prone across a bed
an unyielding coma
from which I see out of
but no one can see in;
the mind open
but every muscle turned off;
you’re not so far
that I couldn’t reach you
but freedom is denied
as my body fights me,
biology a prison
every command
a hollow echoe
in an unresponsive machine;
the greater pain
than any other
is not being able to save you
as they call upon you
and I’m not there.
Until you begin to sing
there will be no song.
– matt at shadow of iris
learning to sing
