Muted void
in soundless gape
through which
language stumbles
stutters
mumbles
and left failed
cruel fate
impaled
on the horn of broca
thus expressionless
meaningless
darklinged
amorphous
ever-elusive
tongue-less exasperation
unsaid frustration
‘round and down
cerebral corridors
in search of
the temple of words
structure blurred
form unfound
unbound to sound
of worth
or understanding
dispossessed
of diction
of spoken function
meaning fractured
chasing the elusive
train of thought
and yet
to know
frail clarity though
lost
mired
in chaotic utterance
communication breakdown
logic unbound
in the heathen’d secret
of cacophony
it fogs and fades
flounders
unformed
intent lost
falling to stammer
unfocused yammer
helplessly stilted
stifled
abandoned in a
scattered field
of rigid expression
to fall
to silence
*
rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
This piece feels like a gut punch, Rob. Well written, Sir!
~David
Thank you David… 🙂
Alot of juxtaposed words in there. Very interesting. Would luv to hear you read this. Happy Sunday
Much????love
Perhaps next OLN? … (:
Love how you pulled the images together in such a strong way Rob! Great writing my friend!
Thank you so much Carrie… 🙂
Bowing down … high praise for this stream of relevant consciousness.
Thank you Helen… 🙂
A beautiful ending to this Rob ??
Thank you AJ… 🙂
I really do enjoy how you weave the photo and words together. I especially thought the train of thought was witty as is searching for the temple of words. Great wordplay here. The taj mahal tonsils were screaming at md the first time I saw the image.
Thank you True… 🙂 I am a visual artist as well as a writer, so the images and words meld together logically for me.