all day
tugging on my sleeve—
this kiss
*
that inner monologue—
letting it sing
till it loses its voice
February 27, 2016 by Rosemerry
all day
tugging on my sleeve—
this kiss
*
that inner monologue—
letting it sing
till it loses its voice
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged persistence, poem, poetry, surrender | 3 Comments
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Such a wonderful idea, a persistence. That first one tugs, the second lingers…
Of course, What Anon said.
I like both of these images: the kiss that persists in your mind until it’s given; allowing the monkey mind to persist in its chattering until its voice is gone. (Now, is the monologue’s voice lost because it become hoarse, or because it’s no longer heard, heeded?)
that is a great question, I think I was thinking that the voice stops because it finally runs out of things to say, finally gets exhausted
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