Mute

Mute

A Poem by Natasha Reams

The words do not flow easily,
Or often at all,
As they stumble out clumsily,
Each phrase spoken with gall.

I detest such rambling,
And so I detest my own words,
Where on paper they appear enchanting.
A dilemma quite absurd.

At speech I fail,
At written word I shine,
Covering my thoughts within a veil
Doomed to utterances unrefined.

Yet when I write, the veil is torn.
Words flow free and guided
Each a precious newborn,
In which I rejoice as they're provided.

So though I may be useless
Face to face or at a distance,
A bard that's voiceless
And oft unsure of her existence.

Written down they'll carry,
My useless words and thoughts,
Over mount and under valley,
Gladly shall I bear this crux.

© 2015 Natasha Reams



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This is beautiful. You've matched topic, tone and form. The whimsical ending gives me hope for you. Haha. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Wow! You sure don't have a problem penning these free
flowing and graceful words of expression, but I understand
that not everyone has the gift to gab:( I'm really happy to
see that you have found writing as an outlet:) Thanks for
sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Natasha Reams

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