AuntShecky
08-14-2014, 04:59 PM
This next one is a repeat, originally posted in the Auntie's Anti-Poems thread in 2011, and resurrected today after pontificating about "abstractions" in the short story forum and reading a thread about "silence" in --of all things --the "General Chat" thread. (Maybe the General is off-duty today.)
Thinking & Talking
by Aunt Shecky
All Rights Reserved.
Think about a woodland pool
beneath leaves gone or green or bronzed.
Talk about how sun, air, and water
all blend to nurture life’s beginnings.
Think of nourishing bits and sweets
captured hard. Then talk about
what’s left to savor
beyond chewy clouds of bread.
Hearthstone reliefs and lights;
a touch of warm, familiar flesh
both firm and soft, both to and from
our mirrored selves, full-grown or small:
think and talk about all these.
Think about corporeal cuts
and a stiffness in the soul.
Talk about buoyant breath
and liberated pain.
Think & talk, talk & think,
think, think & talk some more.
Though some may declaim
against the limits of thought,
and damn endless speech,
its cheapness and its glare,
preferring baseless feelings
and free-floating affects
without cause or cure–
while prizing the mindless noise
of Action! above all--
keep thinking, keep talking.
For each cottage comfort
and showy manse, every ill
that ever met repair, and all
machinery and lore running
round the earth,
think & talk & talk & think
think & think & think about how
anything & everything begins:
thinking & talking,
talking & thinking.
Thinking & Talking
by Aunt Shecky
All Rights Reserved.
Think about a woodland pool
beneath leaves gone or green or bronzed.
Talk about how sun, air, and water
all blend to nurture life’s beginnings.
Think of nourishing bits and sweets
captured hard. Then talk about
what’s left to savor
beyond chewy clouds of bread.
Hearthstone reliefs and lights;
a touch of warm, familiar flesh
both firm and soft, both to and from
our mirrored selves, full-grown or small:
think and talk about all these.
Think about corporeal cuts
and a stiffness in the soul.
Talk about buoyant breath
and liberated pain.
Think & talk, talk & think,
think, think & talk some more.
Though some may declaim
against the limits of thought,
and damn endless speech,
its cheapness and its glare,
preferring baseless feelings
and free-floating affects
without cause or cure–
while prizing the mindless noise
of Action! above all--
keep thinking, keep talking.
For each cottage comfort
and showy manse, every ill
that ever met repair, and all
machinery and lore running
round the earth,
think & talk & talk & think
think & think & think about how
anything & everything begins:
thinking & talking,
talking & thinking.