….
it gets a little guttural
toward the end, the last lost
unfriending of our syllables.
i do, do you? we can’t, won’t
don’t art
-iculate our meanings,
breathe between the lines
or accent one tiny uttered
thought with a trace
of grace.
defy me,
define me
all you want;
this day’s left
bare –
words un
-addressed,
and all things un
-stressed at center.
….
..
Prompted by Margo Roby’s Tuesday Tryouts.
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**the title is an alternate definition for the word “obscure.” Isn’t that fantastic?
I adore it!
the last lost unfriending of our syllables… love that, de.
Thanks, Ladies. I seriously cannot get over that definition in the title. There are just days where the bump of words makes me infinitely happy.
Schwa schwa! That’s crazy.
I like how you’ve illustrated how difficult it is to communicate with one another – and it can be so hard sometimes – to really get someone to understand the stresses we want to put on things.
I echo Debi!! My fave part too and wow…today was like that…at least between the bigger male in the house and me. Sigh…sometimes I think we ought to take a vow to just not speak, (in the morning).
Love your take on this, De and your happiness for the title makes me smile!! 🙂
I love the last bit, especially:
“defy me,
define me
all you want;
this day’s left
bare –
words un
-addressed,
and all things un
-stressed at center.”
You are so very smart. I’m thrilled to know you and your brain.