I did not speak your language
until I learned in the dust of play
communicating with shapes and funny faces
then I understood more until
giving away who I was 
I embraced your world
step by step accents relent
we pawn our histories
to fit in better like the crayon
is never quite the right hue
coughing scarlet consumptive 
we want to be unseen unnoticed
to fly at night when all are sleeping
do not point us out in a crowd
or remind us of who we once were
the immigration of battleworn hearts
denies who we were before we marooned ourselves
in other tongues, other culture
they say you never forget your childhood
what do they know? sitting in the same
room as when they were knee high
the truth is you forget almost anything
except smell
and when you come to hold me close
you ask me why do you cry?

and the cumin of your hair is

something I can never explain
except with hands making
feelings out of air

0 Replies to “Except smell”

  1. Love, “to fit in better like the crayon is never quite the right hue “. You know I can relate to being the crayon left out of the box. Such a wonderful visual analogy…..the perfect box of crayons, new with their pointy heads and wrap around clothes. They look at me…..I look at them…..and we both agree….I just don’t fit in!

  2. I always feel like after reading your writing I am putting down a good book. LIke ok, that’s all the reading I need for today, that was a great book!

  3. Ok I don’t know if I explained that correctly!!!! I feel like I feel after I have read a good book after I read your poetry!

    1. My lovely girl – I always understand – and I feel much the same way about you except that you tend to inspire me to be more courageous I think you are far more courageous than YOU realize and your words evoke that so well

      1. I definitely dont see myself that way so it is nice to hear you say it and let my brain process it. Some days I wonder if i am making a difference at all which is wha i had hoped when i started my blog but being that i am a bit lost myself i dont know f i rule have the wisdom to help others.
        Im having a vulnerable day can you tell??!!!!

        1. I wish I could write as often as you and each time you do it is high quality, I write less but I try, although for every ‘good’ one there are some very bad ones that I throw! πŸ˜‰ you don’t seem to be capable of writing something bad that I have yet to witness. You are a powerhouse of poetry, and a great head inspiration of the collective for that very reason

          1. Personally I think I have a handful of really transcendent poems and a whole lot of not bad work. The really bad stuff never sees the light of day! Recently I have mixing new work with older pieces that barely were seen. I have been going back and honing them down to their essence. It has been a revelation to revisit the work from the worst of my depression. I honestly probably wasn’t worries nearly as much as I should have been about how far I had drifted into the abyss.

          2. I read that Sylvia Plath never threw a poem away, she re-worked them until they were what she wanted. I think that is a good discipline for the most part, I’m glad you have honed them and given them a voice rather than tossed them aside. It is startling to revisit an emotional state, maybe especially when you feel you haven’t progressed, just as much as when you feel you have and you hardly recognize the former self.

  4. The poem is wonderful. Had real life feel and the words made the readers feel the emotions and the thoughts. I lked how you enthine two people together . Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.

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