Conversation
#5 of Poems
A short little piece I wrote, thinking on the idea of communication and such. Hope you like it. ^^
Conversation
I'd like to read my words aloud to you.
Put aside the things we always do.
Heart to heart, tête a tête, breath of lungs and vibrating molecules.
Speech thinks like a noun and acts like a verb.
Conversation requires talk and understanding.
Cell phones fashion fences, guarded by text messages.
Communication tools now a barricade against the world.
Can't I talk? Won't you listen?
A connection wired with words requires at least two.
There is so much I want to relate to you.
Without an attentive ear it's just words words words.
Is the answer to 'how are you' truly heard?
Empty promises atop a meaningless platitude.
Rote response and cliché phrase.
Do my words have meaning?
Am I talking to the ceiling?
Maybe I should stop.
You talk.
I'll listen.