Swallowed Words -------------------------------------------
Shy and thin,
she lived from her swallowed words
and those she hemorrhaged
into neat looseleaf binders,
for words were her famine and feast.
She spoke no more than was essential,
but she wrote pages a day
and relished that sweet irony.
Interesting concept - I remember that, I also remember friends like that, I havent' had a chance to read much of what you've written lately, but I'm glad to have the chance to come back and re aqquaint myself with your lovely imagination. *mmm happy*
Very nice poem. I get the feeling that you're writing about yourself. Like you write in a certain notebook when you have something to say, but you'd rather not talk about it. That's what I got from it, anyway. Good write. -Megan-
I know this feeling. I've written my own poems in the same guise. It's literal Biting of Tongues, really. Trying to spill down on paper all the words that you KNOW will lead to an argument. You can't talk freely when things are like that, but paper's dumb and never deaf. Well done, luv, I like this :)
If you can find the right words, and enough of them, the diet is not so meagre at all. In fact, this poem is an excellent example and the more I write, the more I find that there are indeed wrods that will feed me beyond my greedy obsession with food. Most of these are of course Biblical, but there are some other supplementery diets too. Thank you for this tidbit.
words have no nutritional value, do they?! i like the "famine and feast" idea and the way you speak of her living on her words, swallowing them and then hemorraging them. the word is a little disturbing, but i think in this case it works. perhaps "bled"... this sounds so much to me like you. funny, because in my dream last night you were very shy...
you've done it again. i'm running out of compliments for you Amy this reminded me of Ani Difranco a bit.. with the line in 32 flavours.. 'someday you're going to get hungry and eat most of the words you just said'... your poem is sort of the other side of the coin of that.. the 'positive' side i guess.. as always.. amazing job
Let me say this is a great poem. The concept is wonderful and the piece is beautifully written. I can see you had some trouble finishing it. I don't really like the ending but I can't see a better one for this poem. I like this one a lot. Good job !
I am also very shy unless I'm around people I know very well or I'm a bit drunk (but that's another story). anyway you gave me a hard time looking up hemmoraged cause it isn't in a dictonary. but I have an idea what it means and I think you just write it with one M. as long as my idea is right (hemo- something with blood, and rage) it builds up a great picture in my head. really good write.
I was having the hardest time with that second line, but I read over the piece a few times and it finally struck me. I can see this in my life, feeding off of words. Sometimes I'm famished, sometime's nourished, sometimes I get indigestion. I like the flashback to bleeding on the page. I'm not fond of the last line. Nice write.
I don't know what it i with people and my spoken word, but it's strange how much impact words on paper have. even tho you use the exact same words spoken, but it seems they don't take hold.this poem is also like me. nice work.
this poem acted quite like a mirror for me...it reflects my life. the shy girl who has trouble voicing her own name, yet rushes home to a tattered red spiral has that "sweet irony" that i do indeed "relish"! The beginning three lines seem sort of choppy, but i'm not sure why. perhaps it's just me being unable to make connections. actually i guess it's just the word "lived", i don't really see how she lives from the words, regardless of being said or written. that could be me again, just because i live more for my silence than my noise. so yes, outside of myself, this poem is clear in it's point to shed light on the quieter folk in society.