In your head
There is violence,
Malice, jealousy,
Unquiet silence.
And you think
The same for me.
It strains your
Casual repartee.
How you wish a knife
Twisted into my guts.
Spit on my face, see it
Sullied with your insults.
But when we meet,
“Oh! I love your poetry!”
“Ah! Just wordplay!”
I quip with feigned modesty.
©Dan Husain
January 7, 2006
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Saturday, January 07, 2006
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2 comments:
Dan,this is a well written piece..and the expression "unquiet silence"- so different yet laden with meaning
Way too true. You tell them. But I really do like your poetry---honest!!!!
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