Deep down in my throat
is a World of Wonders
lost to my Grasp
reveals itself with an Itch
Sets off
a series of Pictures
moving too Fast
I choke
as they Hurtle
Past my larynx,
desperately
I try separating them,
to no avail,
they speed up
I cough
Missing the message
meaning, colors
The Story
instead I Hack away
until saliva, my lubricant
Rescues me
or, if I’ve been alert enough
the water I sip
at regular intervals
Douses the ignited spark
lodged alternately
right or left
of a vocal cord
drowning the Story
altogether
Art work by Yaron Rosner
Very moving, and so powerful paired with Yaron’s sculpture.
I so know you Know. Dear Claire. xoxox
So Beautiful… And familiar 🙂
!!!!!Merci Mai!!!!!!
I love this, Kiki. I have a visceral response reading this … Makes my throat hurt to read it.
Dear Gittel, I am sorry and tickled…Thank you! It is truly how I feel, and i think you have witnessed it first hand!
Zut, alors!!
Ah oui! Ca, tu l’as dis Bouffi!
xoxo
Very original and personal….thank you for sharing it..
That was a pleasure to share with you Andrea!
Beautiful! This is a story that must be told!
Dorothy! Thank you for coming by! So good to see you here!
Thank you for your wonderful posts, Kiki!
You are so welcome!!