Friday, February 18, 2011

Nonversation

It would be easy to misinterpret
This wordless banter; our vocal eye contact
The Lord chose the printed word for a reason
We could not hold up under eye contact
I am lost in the mirrors of your teeth
And your eyes repeat me, twice
In this warmth I am telling you things
My body creates broken sentences
Which my lips put to death before they reach you
Can you see their ghosts in my eyes?
I mean what I look; but I can't see what you mean.

4 comments:

  1. i love this!:
    I am lost in the mirrors of your teeth
    And your eyes repeat me, twice

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  2. This is a nice poem. I like how it identifies loss of communion with diminution of personhood. No one can really ever be another; empathy can only take you so far.

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  3. I should have known you would like it. It's half inspired by a Josef Pieper's "Abuse of Language, Abuse of Power." :-)

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