i've spent the last two days haring some of my favourite writing with sandra.... now i share it with sg, all one of you who probably reads my journal...maybe you all secretly do and just don't respond.
anyway....
Silent
Lyndell Montgomery
Sometimes a sound will find its way into the cavern of an ear and remain
to be called upon when a soul is in need of feeding. Sometimes, words
carve so deep into the banks of a memory that endless hours of sanding
will not fade their mark. Sometimes a touch will reach through the skin
and caress the blood beneath. Other times it will curdle it.
Sometimes a smell will linger just inside flared nostrils and tickle on
its way, inducing saliva. Sometimes a sight will remain on the inside
of closed eyelids, provoking the heart to smile.
Sometimes a voice is muted by the awe of sight. Sometimes a story is
told in a strangers eyes, words unnecessary. Words would only slash
open the thin skin of trust. Skin in the fetal stage will not clot and
heal leaving only a scar, but bleed until the beat of life beneath the
thin sheath of flesh stops and slowly turns gray. And so, silence
remains.
Sometimes words, not yet ready to be made audible, find their way
through ink blotches on paper to the doorstep of the one who inspired
them. To be read silently in the voice of the one who received them
Sometimes, meticulously composed and choreographed words need not ears
to fall upon, but arms to embrace.
Sometimes words are not required at all. For the silence between a scar
and a watchful eye creates resounding sound that finds its way into the
cavern of an ear. To remain. To be called upon when a soul is in need
of feeding.
other than poems, i've been listening to the new pink album. how hot is she, i can't even imagine being that good looking, and well, knowing it really. i love that i like pink.
exmas are upon me and staying home and studying all day throws me off a bit, i never know what time it is, my eating is all out of whack (and super yea to actually having food in my fridge) and really life is so not ordinary. it makes me think about what i wanna be doing though...
do i really want grad school? do i want it in biology/ biochem?
right now all i want is sleep and cuddling. with that i'd be such a happy girl.
anyway....
Silent
Lyndell Montgomery
Sometimes a sound will find its way into the cavern of an ear and remain
to be called upon when a soul is in need of feeding. Sometimes, words
carve so deep into the banks of a memory that endless hours of sanding
will not fade their mark. Sometimes a touch will reach through the skin
and caress the blood beneath. Other times it will curdle it.
Sometimes a smell will linger just inside flared nostrils and tickle on
its way, inducing saliva. Sometimes a sight will remain on the inside
of closed eyelids, provoking the heart to smile.
Sometimes a voice is muted by the awe of sight. Sometimes a story is
told in a strangers eyes, words unnecessary. Words would only slash
open the thin skin of trust. Skin in the fetal stage will not clot and
heal leaving only a scar, but bleed until the beat of life beneath the
thin sheath of flesh stops and slowly turns gray. And so, silence
remains.
Sometimes words, not yet ready to be made audible, find their way
through ink blotches on paper to the doorstep of the one who inspired
them. To be read silently in the voice of the one who received them
Sometimes, meticulously composed and choreographed words need not ears
to fall upon, but arms to embrace.
Sometimes words are not required at all. For the silence between a scar
and a watchful eye creates resounding sound that finds its way into the
cavern of an ear. To remain. To be called upon when a soul is in need
of feeding.
other than poems, i've been listening to the new pink album. how hot is she, i can't even imagine being that good looking, and well, knowing it really. i love that i like pink.
exmas are upon me and staying home and studying all day throws me off a bit, i never know what time it is, my eating is all out of whack (and super yea to actually having food in my fridge) and really life is so not ordinary. it makes me think about what i wanna be doing though...
do i really want grad school? do i want it in biology/ biochem?
right now all i want is sleep and cuddling. with that i'd be such a happy girl.