Thursday, November 29, 2007

Lips Unheard

what if my breath
were a string of pearls
to your ears
gliding smoothly as a
rivers babble across
soft curried stones
would the door behind
which you reside
crack and open wide
letting me in
would you then
hear me speak
or will you remain deaf
hearing silence
watching these lips moving


Anonymous said...

Just wanted to let you know I appreciate and enjoyed reading your poems here. I stumbled here by accident if there is such a thing. I am one of Cambridge's temporary residents and maybe I shouldn't even mention that with your bad neighbor experience,I think he was my neighbor at the last project, or his twin maybe. Every morning my husband would take our Yorkie out to potty on a leash then the 2 labs would chase him back to our room,no leash for those two.
Have you published any of these? I hope you think about that if you haven't already. Thanks

Sheryl said...

So kind of you to comment. I haven't been able to write much for quite some time...maybe I've run out of words. I thought maybe reprinting them would stir my poetic muse...ha ha! More like my carpel tunnel. Anyway, thanks for the comment.

jade2011 said...

Oh writer's block thats easy to cure you just have to have a new experience something you have never done before like a bungee jump.