Friday, March 03, 2006

Quiet Man

words are liars
by their very nature.
tin cans clanging
on a honeymoon string

trying to sing.

it’s a lot of noise
to untie later.

You and me
more often
check in,
leave the rattle behind,
unpack our breath,
kick conversation off
like a pair of tight
shoes.

Sing our particular
truth
with fingers and hips.
the melody being
what hovers
in-between
your eyes and mine.

I like how you look
at me
when
so often
you don’t have
the words.

7 comments:

Koru's Daughter said...

I love it!

"words are liars
by their very nature."

That reminds me of one of my favorite jokes: "Hello," s/he lied.

Aleida said...

"I like how you look
at me
when
so often
you don’t have
the words."

All beautiful, but this is my favorite. And thanks, it's encouraging to know that there are good lawyers. It's been a rough couple of months, and that comment really helped more than you can know. :)

LJ said...

Thank you, Aleida. I wish I could introduce you to my "good lawyer"...you'd be inspired, I think.

Jessie said...

"tin cans clanging/on a honeymoon string/trying to sing./it’s a lot of noise/to untie later."
Wow, LJ, wow--awesome metaphor! I'm not a big fan of poetry, but this one is the exception. Really eloquent!

LJ said...

Jeez, Jess. Thank you. Seriously. I always post poetry with the sinking feeling that I'm oversharing.
I appreciate the comment a lot.

Gemma Grace said...

Brilliant! Masterful understanding of relationship!

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