it is hard to translate emotions
into words and be wholly honest
our humours swirl ambivalently,
like vagabond alphabets which
have not found their words
as if insufficient time has
lapsed after the meteoric
impact of feeling, for the dust
to settle and for the words to cool
from the heat of the present tense
and all we can cough out is
soot: scorched and subjective,
a hurried attempt at translating
a restless disquiet into lexical entities -
ordered, grammatical.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 7:23 AM UTC
it is hard to translate emotions
into words and be wholly honest
our humours swirl ambivalently,
like vagabond alphabets which
have not found their words
as if insufficient time has
lapsed after the meteoric
impact of feeling, for the dust
to settle and for the words to cool
from the heat of the present tense
and all we can cough out is
soot: scorched and subjective,
a hurried attempt at translating
a restless disquiet into lexical entities -
ordered, grammatical.
Request permission to use this poem