Tag: Poetry/Spoken-word/rant

 

Exploration of this thread of thought in the form of prose poetry:

 

How do you describe the taste of salt?

Which words best explain the smell of musk?

Must we have a description or explanation

For all our sensory surroundings

Would that make us feel less

Alone?

 

Words are armour, weapons

Decorations and utensils

Pencils for our conscious

And unconscious

Binding with reality

The only practicality for rationality

They prove our awareness and delusions

Our dreams and streams of illusions

 

In fact, they can be

Loaded or hollow

Tricky lyricisms or

Instructions to follow

 

The word is rite:

Falsehood and fake

Truth and validity

They colour our personalities

With tines of our choosing

 

But what happens when words fail us

When the verbal fails

Will the physical prevail?

But how would you act out

The smell of musk

The taste of salt

What happens then to fill the husk?

 

I lust for awareness

Hunt for a new shared common sense

I demand an answer

To satiate my desire

To solve puzzles

Anomalies and abstractions

I want words to evoke

More than meaning

I want from them

A different kind of

Feeling