Love of words
Jan. 27th, 2017 04:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flamingsword The you that doesn't talk but stays,
Calmly sits though joy and woe alike:
Perhaps this you loves me, but never says.
Against such love, silence would be no strike
If but our friendship weren't in languor writ.
Frustrated with words, I turn still to words:
Relentless verbal thing - always been it,
And difficult like keeping cats in herds.
Meter and verse must have their game to play
If you'll not put your feelings into rhyme.
So must I judge your acts, not what you say,
And your logophobe heart must keep the time.
If with your words you will not pay my due
Then must I give a talking-to to you.
-Jan 2017
Calmly sits though joy and woe alike:
Perhaps this you loves me, but never says.
Against such love, silence would be no strike
If but our friendship weren't in languor writ.
Frustrated with words, I turn still to words:
Relentless verbal thing - always been it,
And difficult like keeping cats in herds.
Meter and verse must have their game to play
If you'll not put your feelings into rhyme.
So must I judge your acts, not what you say,
And your logophobe heart must keep the time.
If with your words you will not pay my due
Then must I give a talking-to to you.
-Jan 2017