Trapping the echo

It’s Friday!!!! The raw necessity of words and the weekend awaits….

The ancient eavesdropper

All sounds are new and foreign,

some words are too soft spoken

to hear the progress of their pronunciation.

Eardrum delirium, equilibrium asphyxiated,

balance blown to heck in a second-hand basket,

vertigo, up, down, where now?

Characters tumble, cascade, crumble like crackers

in a deep steaming caldron of alphabet soup,

letters askew, stewing on the back burner of your brain.

Don’t mind the mess, sloppy syntax and syllables serve no sustenance.

They are easily digestible in the garbage disposal, rendered meaningless.

What raw necessity awaits you today,

what primal task of finding language before it’s spoken,

of trapping the echo before the noise explosion.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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