Only his mouth expresses a sound
in a moment floating as if in a bubble,
squeezing out air towards a crowd
who dangle in hope for his very next word
(reaching and straining for peace - or trouble;
like a white butterfly or chasing hound.)
His word vibrates and sound bows down:
ripples to nothing - so efforts re-double.
Only his mouth expresses a sound.
Excellent. How can you write so much & so rapidly with so much clarity & vision?
ReplyDeleteI loved the poem very cool:))
ReplyDeleteI think the President of the United States of America would enjoy your poetry.
ReplyDeleteHa-NICE!
ReplyDeleteLove the phrase "sound bows down." I'm a sucker for unique images and internal rhyme!
ReplyDeleteReally like this one for its fluidity-from line to line-and the abstract connection to the title of the poem. This captures my president which you amazingly caught from perch abroad. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteYes--sound without meaning, the promise of hope, but just hot air. You have captured the vacuous nature of his verbosity quite well. Chasing a butterfly? How about chasing the wind?
ReplyDeleteExcellent.We need to be reminded how difficult a job he has.
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