Monday, September 15, 2008

Talking Back

words hang in the air
like dirty laundry
for everyone to see
twisting and flapping
in the gale of anger
the boy’s mouth daring
with impertinent speech
what sass back he shot
from a tongue soon unable to fight
the froth of bar soap scrubbing
the whole load into bitter memory
later tainting his retorts and repartee


4 Responses to “”

  1. Clare said

    This poem has great momentum! Good read.

  2. He will learn, he will learn, as we have, the magic of deep breaths and counting one to ten. 😉

  3. Rethabile said

    Interesting momentum. I’d kill the “dirty” in line two. I think the line would be fresher without it. Thanks for the read.

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