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Slick back turned approach.
No words to spare, silence speak
with that shoulder shrug, poor thing.
Whipped with a cold wind,
ice-kissed lips trembling against
shivering, freezing fingers.
Post 17: Final for National Poetry Month 2015
Poetry Form: Sedoka
If I cannot belch out the guts of my heart
then what is the purpose of freedom of speech?
Should I wait in silence whilst your words knife,
plunging into my rays of hope as you sun down without mercy
never flinching with your unwanted words of advice?
You expect me to respect your reasoning?
Recollect all that unchecked teaching?
Go way, far away and stay away!
Sometimes the best question is the one you don’t ask. Sometimes you just let the silence ask your question. Let it hang in the air until the other guy says something to fill up the space. They always do.
John Feinstein ‘Last Shot’