Speech Therapy

He thrusts

his words out
into the world
like shotgun shells
bares

his fists 

his soul with
every statement
every s-s-syllable
a two-ton weight

against the posts

inside his tired lungs
tongue tied in knots;
but he has things
he wants to say,

and still insists

these tangled terms
these stumbled, tumbled
phrases hold worlds of their own
and in their spaces

he sees the ghosts.

he hears himself,
loud and clear.

 

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3 Responses to Speech Therapy

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Written for the Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day Challenge, Day 1:

    http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2012-april-pad-challenge-day-1

    And so it begins, again. An April Fool, in love with words…

  2. Shawna says:

    I love this:
    “these tangled terms
    these stumbled, tumbled
    phrases hold worlds of their own
    and in their spaces
    he sees the ghosts”

    And oh wow, that ending. Haunting indeed.

  3. meenarose says:

    As a former stutterer, I could really relate. Brilliant form… the poem within the poem.

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