An Unsure Diffidence
Loud as lightning, I can go on howling
Whether it’s honey or bruit,
my voice.
I can flash neon pink across my cheeks
-figuringWalking like I skate,
My body knows no shame
Then why can’t my mind unwind?
DistraughtMy lips experience drought
There flows a sirocco of dead words,
And salty saliva floods,
A lick and a smack take the taste away.
An electricity colored shell remains,
minus the spark,
The biggest one with the biggest hole inside.
The matryoshka sits,
The world sees her
courtly
beautiful
shallow
hollow,
with the ghost of her thoughts sitting denied.
“Loud as lightning, I can go on howling” is a mesmerizing poem that delves into the depths of the human psyche, exploring the intricate complexities of self-expression and the struggle to reconcile one’s external facade with their internal thoughts and emotions. The poet skillfully weaves together vivid imagery and thought-provoking metaphors to convey a sense of inner turmoil and the longing for genuine connection.
You have shared something deeply personal and delved into the feeling of inner conflict. You have captured the spirit of restlessness very well. Through vivid imagery you have expressed the complexities of self and issues with identity. You have left the reader with a haunting portrayal of a soul stifled by unexpressed thoughts and emotions.
Good job!