Day 7. This started as a poem about growing up and is now just a poem about anger. Ha Ha! I've had an angry day today so this must have been where it came from.
Knots
My tongue, thick like bark
rots in my mouth, as I
hold back the words I want to use.
I'm barely there, as I
breathe in your toxic
poison by breathing backwards.
And I,
chew my lips, as I
hold in my truth
to satisfy what I think you want.
This is the way,
we tie ourselves in knots.
Also been having a look at some more light hearted poems here:
http://therumpus.net/2011/04/national-poetry-month-day-7-jack-gilbert-by-p-scott-cunningham/#more-76922
Knots
My tongue, thick like bark
rots in my mouth, as I
hold back the words I want to use.
I'm barely there, as I
breathe in your toxic
poison by breathing backwards.
And I,
chew my lips, as I
hold in my truth
to satisfy what I think you want.
This is the way,
we tie ourselves in knots.
Also been having a look at some more light hearted poems here:
http://therumpus.net/2011/04/national-poetry-month-day-7-jack-gilbert-by-p-scott-cunningham/#more-76922
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