January 29, 2013

January 29, 2013

A Poem by Molly Cara

Speech is to thought as body is to soul. 
I wish I could stop wasting silence
preparing what to say next. 

When I am a volcano
I’ll sit still until I spill 
and soon again be still.

© 2013 Molly Cara


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Nice. I read a couple of things of yours and you have a unique style. Nice Job.

Posted 11 Years Ago


There's something 'retro' about this. But something I find great, also. I like it very much.
Well done, Molly.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Nice imagery and idea.
You are very true to say that you can utilize silence for the next content of your speech.
Wonderful work.
Congratulations!!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


I think a good name for this poem would be eruption. This poem sure did make me think for a minute. It kind of sucks wanting to say something, but can't. Anywho. An interesting write.

Chaos_Collector

Posted 11 Years Ago



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