Sunday, January 18, 2009

Whispering

Air forced through throat and teeth,
imploded by lips and licked by tongue,
bypassing the so-called vocal chords 
(named after the ability to produce tones
not any structural resemblance to strings -
folds is more accurate),
to push the cooler air outside some ways
before coming to rest.
Philosophy may become poetry,
but the whisper - from a distance - is silence.

No comments:

Post a Comment