What Poems Are

They are whispers

lips and tongue

barely moving

more like thoughts

that spawn feather

and wing

and fledge their way

onto paper

 

They are cries

stifled

sobs

that barely leave

in their flight

for an ear

 

They are hopes

worlds seen

and dreamed

and wished

and lived

 

They are meanings

well worth sharing

love

well worth touching

beauty

well worth seen

 

They are help

and comfort

understanding

and pity

and sharing

and sharing

 

They are the eyes

and heart of another

a voice at once

sincere and guessing

searching for his peace

searching for her heart

drowning in the din

of look at me

and twisted

thwarted

killed

in our

you’re dead asshole

get the fuck outa here

world

 

How is it

life survives

 

But for whispers

lips and tongue

barely moving

more like thoughts

that spawn feather

and wing

and fledge their way

onto paper

March 1996

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