I don't feel like talking
sometimes I wish just silence
became a language
understanding would just be
a second nature
why should I talk
why should I share myself
with plain words
it's truly not necessary
Words just echo into space
and dissolve
like oil in water
do you know what I mean
when you read my words
are you truly understanding
the person who writes them
or speaks them
How about if I just stood
before you in silence
would you understand me
or maybe just try
what if I spoke nothing
and nothing echoed
from my vocal cords
no words would come out
maybe at that moment
something inside of you
would try so desperately
to hear something
to know something
to feel something
My eyes would stare
at an object
they would be like crystals
or maybe a waterfall
my body would be still
motionless
my hair would hang like a rope
straight, maybe a curl
would be visible to you
in some places
my lips would be neutral
no curve, no smile,
no trace of a feeling
my hands on my lap resting
my heart would beat
like it always does
to keep me alive
my breath steady and slow
in and out
I would look like a statue
what would you be able to tell
about me
at that moment
I don't feel like talking.
words are superficial, it is the silence in the hearts which speaks volumes... touched the depths
Talking isn't always needed for understanding - a great write Kasia.
The state depicted is not inert i suppose, but rich like the state of Indolence in Keats... the deep desire to be understood, the keen wish to convey all the unsaid...the attitude i don't feel like talking, don't you know what lies there in my heart for you.....it is a rich poem indeed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the language of silence speaks in volume. Thoughts going beyond words creating a deep understanding. Beautiful!