The Letter Killeth

Teach me the alphabet of silence.

Though it’s always near,

It’s the hardest language to hear.

 

All our words are

But implements of noise,

Clunky, clumsy, artless toys.

 

In a cathedral of light, they’re

Like many a dark-clad priest

Having but the wisdom of a braying beast.

 

Chasing the wild horses

Of desire and greedy ambition

Through thorny fields of passion,

 

I gathered them in my bosom, and

Wove brief songs of bliss

While drunk on a serpent’s kiss.

 

A single syllable can hypnotize;

Every word is a drop of potion,

A stone for a tomb carefully chosen.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Lorry]

A silent alphabet? I like the sound of that, or lack of perhaps.
Like the moment when two entwine, words lose their urgency and are replaced by actions that at least start off with a silent gaze and still follows the path of where it is going, no matter the lack of noise.
On reading this to myself silently, I still heard your words and saw the images of your narrative.
I think you are on to something here 😊

[Amber Stone]

THERE YOU ARE. L.K., this is just Beauty in a poetry-suit.
[not really reviewing, for i prefer to share]
warm hug, Amber

[Delmar Cooper]

Lovely poem. Silence? what language is that? Is it contrived like Esperanto, or universal like suffering?
If is a language what are the vowels? I would learn them first, before even the alphabet. Then a search for rhyme and meter.

Thank you for writing this one.