Free verse № 129043
Observation of a stupéfait
This afternoon lightning hit
my freshly filled backtooth
and suddenly I understood
the leaves linguistics. The woods spoke
Babylonic. Admit it:
you've always been aware.
It was in the air. The slander in the sediment.
the stylish rustling
rumour, the finely veined presumption.
With a superhuman crack
I closed my mouth and let my tongue
bleed empty. Ow, what wit.
5 comments
leaves'
spoke.
rustling.
But what are you saying?
As for the meaning of the poem, well, I'm afraid that if I try to explain it I'll ruin my chances of getting across what doesn't seem to make sense. If you know what I mean.
I loved the first two and last two lines.
The others kinda reminded me of the theme song from Pocahontas.
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