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Signs

Contributed by HaroldWilson on Saturday, 5th May 2012 @ 08:54:27 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



“Sorry to be blunt,
but why can’t you speak?”

She smiles-

either the question has become
null through heavy exposure,

or she’s found a trusted nook
for stowing frustration.

Her eyes go down, her biro frantic
into the ruled notepad:

‘Been this way since birth.’

Such paralysis,
it rebukes the ego-

for the world to come through the senses,
incite a reaction- and the mouth

wants to work, but can’t.

But now she’s stabbing once more
across the paper-

‘SIGN LANGUAGE!’

Ah- of course. “Could you show me some?
Please? I just think it’s amazing”.

Strange that, no matter
how fierce my thoughts

they always protrude as cliché.
She nods though: biros ‘River’

then lays the pad down. Emancipated,
her hands flutter up- index and middle fingers

extended on both; sharp and thin,
they jut straight from her

with a space in-between;
then she moves them out

going slightly right, then flowing left
as if to manoeuvre the space

through a soft meander. And I see it-
the verdant banks, interchange of birdsong

and the water, heavy with ease;
and I feel a form of nakedness

as I realise the full emptiness
of this- my own language.




Copyright © HaroldWilson ... [ 2012-05-05 08:54:27]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Signs (User Rating: 1 )
by gypsymaddness on Saturday, 5th May 2012 @ 06:25:04 PM AEST
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I love this one because I can see it so clearly. You make it seem as though this speecless woman can say more than we can, and I find that beautiful. Great poem. Keep writing them :-)


Re: Signs (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 6th May 2012 @ 09:02:37 PM AEST
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This may be fiction I however was drawn in and captivated. Your imagery was so vivid in this I could see the pictures as if I was viewing a short film. Now that is what I call absolutely awesome. Great writing. Glad to see you here.

I have always wanted to learn how to sign but my hesitation is the fear of actually frustrating a person who has signed all their life. I just knew I'd be so slow I would not be able to carry on a real conversation.

Thank you.

Tim


Re: Signs (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 6th May 2012 @ 09:04:25 PM AEST
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grrr...this was actually meant to read: This may be fiction I however was drawn in and captivated as if I was really watching you two .




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