Silent Tongue

Silent Tongue

The shades of the night of July
Black Tulips into a glass velvet vase 
it shows no beauty to face, 

If you could describe a bird in a cage 
what would it look like? 
what would it sing 
if it holds in it's mouth a silent tongue? 

If you cut the chord to the heartstrings
there would be a darken place that hold pain, 
If you face the beast eye to eye what would you see? 
would you marvel over the rain? 

My thoughts
My tears are dim
I wreck the rest of the best of me
is when my love cut me deep, 
I I was to pluck out the memories of my heart
what would be left for me to write about? 

I think into my darken room
looking back at a crying moon
that is shining into the night of my dooms, 
I must find what will make my heart sing
what will make my body move like spring, 

I feel like the bird with no tongue 
crying into my cage of my darken room, 
My silent cries holds my thoughts like a broken clock, 
with a shattered notes on the weaker heart beat of me.

Poetic Judy Emery

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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