Brash Poem by Cheyenne Price

my mind roars in the room
like blowing dust from each page of a book
its language unmistakable, yet easily misunderstood
its words too fast, yet repeated enough to get the message
and all the hissing quiet slows
fearful that yet another message grows

my mind roars in the room
the walls cannot contain its verses
the frame shivers as its tone worsens
the vibration is phenomenal
and all the noise of silence dies down
it will surely shake this place to the ground

my mind roars in the room
the air is now its amplifier
victim to it is any near ear
and pardoned is its harsh intent
and this is the dressing for its gaud
now the room has vanished; the audience applauds

09/2009