*Does the tongue have any patron but the ear ?" *
I have become immune to that voice.
{And I have become a good liar}
A voice that once
kept me drenched in need
massaging words into deep places
Now, in the company of night's indifference
my ear is curled into the phone's ear, climbing
onto my ex-lover's voice, a voice that
radiates my body 'til I sigh,
lyrical as a pliant harp
trembling uncertain notes into a certain Heaven.
Shauna
*Rumi - Song of the Reed
We humans are a strange lot.
ReplyDeleteHow we can become addicted to someones voice. I know because I used to be, too.
This prose is sad, gentle, lovely.
Re your comment to me, I hope you get some decent sleep, soon. ;)
I was so addicted. TY,Dreama, my sleep just has to
ReplyDeleteimprove soon - hoping.
Nice blog... I like your erotic poetry ~
ReplyDeleteIt is strange how we hold onto voices phones and all those that burn into our souls
ReplyDeleteBlessings
Heaven -Ty. please return.
ReplyDeleteI know Bethe. I'm determined to let the pass
ReplyDeletestay in the past.
I really love the first sections of this piece. In fact I really love the whole poem - I'm not sure about the 'radiates' section though I know it was one of the three words.
ReplyDelete'night's indifference'..brilliant..a phone brings much freedom..and pleasure..if you're lucky..Jae
ReplyDeleteluvlymish - cool penname. Ty. for the critique.
ReplyDeletejaerose - hey sweet, yep- you said it perfectly
ReplyDeletea phone can bring freedom and pleasure.
Beautiful. I especially like:
ReplyDeletelyrical as a pliant harp
trembling uncertain notes into a certain Heaven
wonderful poem
ReplyDeletelaurie, I'm so in love with the harp.
ReplyDeletesheilagh lee, hey there you.
ReplyDeleteVery weighty words, baby. I think I'll be thinking about them for a while.
ReplyDeleteCamilla - Ty.
ReplyDeleteyo !
ReplyDeleteread a lot of your posts .... awesome .... i like your choice of words in a verse.
keep writing !
and I like your energy Deepa, please return.
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