Tuesday, June 17, 2014

From Your Mouth

Not To Be Reproduced, 1937, Rene Magritte 

Startled, I listen to words
flung oh so casually
against the broad plain
of my back.
From your mouth
a gentle mountain creek
becomes a tidal wave
and I am submerged.

I am no water fowl,
I think, as I go under
for the third time.

This is a Magpie Tale.

11 comments:

  1. A well composed poem. But who's talking to you like this? It seems like verbal abuse.

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  2. Love it, and the painting by Magritte is haunting.

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  3. Really clever and quite enjoyable...

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  4. I really like this one. Keep'em coming.

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  5. Yes, it sounds as if the words that are spoken are verbal abuse. Is that what you were describing?

    ...go under for the third time... - I'd say it's time to pack a suitcase and leave this relationship!

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  6. Tell the so and so to grow up and get lost!!!

    Eddie

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  7. I took this in a beautiful sensual way...nice to see you at Magpie, Bug...

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