Poetry
Something More
When The Words Just Aren’t Enough
Florid prose doesn’t do it for you anymore, you just smile as if to say, “You already have me, tell me something more,” and I struggle to pull words from my mind and place them on my tongue, to launch them into the air and to your ears.
Should I trust my heart? Should I spill the emotions that rest there, manufacturing words from the spare parts that linger beneath the surface, bubbling up in moments that are magnified in quietude?
Perhaps I’ll reach into my soul and extract the stray words that I could never find a context for, the words that rattle inside me and create an unorthodox rhythm, the soundtrack of a man with things to say, but who lacks the gumption and spirit to turn the misshapen and incongruous words into something more.
Kevin E. Pittack Jr. 2023