OTI:one poem:3/31/18

Happy Easter

Open To Interpretation

Language

Language is my cranium's soft skin.
Why don't I talk to you everyday?
Listless in Town's workaday discussion,
I'm tongue tied, words for you lost I would say.

I breath this soft blue warm moist atmosphere.
Listen, I say, to Springtime birds singing.
Droning I am as bees, your courtier,
A white cloud of butterflies' flight laughing.

Towns clutter the Oceans' surface gyres
Become plastic discarded galaxies.
Lungs gather smoke from Towns' roaring fires,
Our voices become hoarse with
cruelties.

Look at me like an idiot from France
Trying to end your spellbound English trance.

DolphinWords

:)

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