Xenoglossia

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  • April 2007 monthly contest
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Tzara
Tzara
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When I part the curtains,
her indigo jeans still hang
on the clothesline, legs spread

as I remember her last evening.
We listened to Mozart
and drank red wine.

Later, sprawled over the bed,
I played with her, with that soft part of her
that I can't say. Can't name.

Speech is not everything.
Confined in silence, yet could I
there speak my piece in tongues.

Tzara
Tzara
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BlissMaraBlissMaraover 1 year ago

This is absolute perfection. Subtle and evocative. Made me close my eyes and exhale. And then read it again. And again. Very, very lovely.

Paul4playPaul4playalmost 3 years ago

You spoke so little...and said so much!

sanishensanishenabout 6 years ago
wonderful poetry

such rich verses

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 9 years ago
So very lovely

This one I'll come back to again and again. It's got under my skin. (I'm bummed though - I hit a 4 instead of a 5 as I meant to do... really sorry!)

MarkHughesMarkHughesover 10 years ago
Now that's what I call a poem

Evocative, erotic, many-layered even in its brevity, witty, wonderful.

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