The Silence Of My Hands Poem by Cianxylona
The Silence Of My Hands
How will the rusty words taste
seeping slowly from my fingertips?
Bloodless and lacking ink
my hands have long ago forgotten their language,
preferring to rely on racing thoughts
and not so clever tongue
in a slow and seemless dissipation.
right to the point, love the poem....................................
Very beautiful and personal. The title made me think of 'Silence of the Lambs.' I'm glad the poem had nothing to do with that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 9:48:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
IMO that was a really good poem.