Get Your Premium Membership

Reviving the Senses Through Punctured Eardrums

What is it to hear a poem? Ears ajar. Eyes focused. Mouth shut. I struggle to listen when such words cut open my head and try to make a nest out of my brain. I DO NOT WISH TO HEAR A POEM! My body jolts under these straps of limitation, tightened by my ability to hear. Why must one be limited to hear a poem? I cast out stones towards those who care to listen. Why don’t we be the poem? Climb inside the mouth of a poem and understand it’s true voice. Be the pen kicking fiercely at the paper, leaving behind marks of genius and creativity. Rip open the heart of a poem and suck its blood dry. Feel a poem. Be a poem. Live a poem. See words rise from the paper, as they dance between the strings of your heart. Grab a hand of the message and twirl it around your mind and smother its meaning with praise. Curl up inside the dot of an ‘i’. Slide across an ‘l’ and mold it into a ‘t’. Travel across an empty plain were stubborn boulders cry. Attack black and white ideas with shades of blue and green. Drive a sword through their hearts and leave them dead to what is known. Fight a poem. Hurt a poem. Heal a poem. Turn the waste of sound into vibrant waves of belief and inspiration. Let yourself be swept away by imagination and surrealism. Find your soul inside of a poem and claim it as your own. Bring down the fortress of structure and make its remains into martyrs of lost cause. Open the doors of a poem and remodel what’s inside. NO! I do not want to hear a poem! It sends pain through my soul to see the voice of a poem silenced by the ignorant dangers of sound. Help yourself and plug your ears. Visualize the words through serene images of beauty cultured by unmatchable craft. See a poem. Grab a poem. Know a poem. Be influenced by a poem. Learn a poem and all of its meanings. Threaten a poem. Scare a poem. Stab a poem. Teach it how to live amongst a world of vultures, hungry for mistakes and misinterpretations. Guide a poem into a building filled with a million little fingers. Like a poem. Be touched by a poem. Love a poem. Show the world your insides. Show them the words to your poem.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 3/28/2011 5:17:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved featured poem this week Nicholas. Love, Carol
Login to Reply

Book: Shattered Sighs