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Lips have Spoken

Updated on January 4, 2016

Lips have spoken compliant
whispers of syllables,
to poor out in a melody
of expectance and predictability,
that pushes its way gently
to the cranium of your consciousness,
to pour out from the other side of
your hollow skull,
and leak down your neck –
like thin runny egg yolk.
A seed that was never planted.
A life that was never lived.
The lips have then clamped down
while feeling the thump of
blood rushing to them,
turning them bright red in fury,
biting down on the jagged words -



You see but
a shadow of me
reflected
in a stained glass window.

© 2016 Marié Patricia Nicolina Murray

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      Surabhi Kaura 22 months ago

      Trying to catch up with your poetry, Patricia. I’ve been quite busy lately. This was a beautiful read.

      ‘The lips have then clamped down

      while feeling the thump of

      blood rushing to them,

      turning them bright red in fury,

      biting down on the jagged words…’ Goodness gracious! So much beauty! Power! Passion! Love it!

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      Ralph Schwartz 22 months ago from Idaho Falls, Idaho

      Excellent piece - wonderful use of symbolism and word play