Dipped In Dialect

Lily_

Some people say a picture is worth a thousand words

but I prefer to 

paint

with

words

 

Watercolor brush strokes

along my tongue

like the

starry night

is painted on my taste buds

 

Pigments stain the back of my throat

and leak into

My lungs--

I

cough up colors like

Rhythm

and 

Rhyme.

 

Thick oils in my veins,

like

A piece by Matisse

Soaked through

and

seeped into

my pores.

 

Vibration that propagates

as my vehicle

my paintbrush

Dipped in Dialect

 

There is something special

about a spoken word

a piece of personality

hidden between

 

Pitches--

and

pauses

 

Sometimes I like to add a little sugar to my pigments

I speak--

simple sweet words like

"Will you hold me?"

 

and although, Lord knows

I love the sound of my own voice

My Daddy taught me

God gave me two ears

and

one mouth

so I should listen twice

I should listen twice

as much as I speak

 

He told me

new knowledge--

Will never come from your own lips.

But-- he said "Baby,

never lose your voice.

Because that--

is a gift."

 

 

  • Author: Silk (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 5th, 2017 12:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is my favorite poem to perform live.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Ethan

    Very good. I like the negative connotations given to paint. Also, I think you mean lose instead of loose in the third to last line.

    • Ethan

      Haha no, but loose and lose mean different things. The author just accidentally typed another o. I'm like 17 man, you've gotta have other things to worry about than a high schooler right?

      • Ethan

        Jeez man, you really got me there. I won't ever post a comment again. Thanks for your advice 🙂

        • Ethan

          Well, as Im sure you know, poetry is an art form like any other. And, therapeutic or not, art is critiqued. I didn't say anything bad about the poem, in fact I said I liked it.

          • The Invisible

            Woahhh Robert are you okay? What's wrong?

            • Ethan

              You're literally attacking a teenager who corrected a spelling mistake and left a comment saying he liked a poem. 😀

              • The Invisible

                Yo shoes back off okay..

                • The Invisible

                  Robert knock it off! The dude stopped now it's your turn.

                  • The Invisible

                    Come on, How would Michelle feel about this huh? She wanted you to live and be happy not to get all rude and have petty fights with some 17 year old. Please just calm down, talk to me talk to someone.

                    • The Invisible

                      He probably didn't mean too, He probably thought he was helping or something. He wasn't actually trying to hurt anyone. Yes he is 17, but he isn't dumb just like you're not dumb. Now he has stopped so that it wouldn't continue now it would be dumb if you didn't do that too.

                      • The Invisible

                        Okay, will that make you feel better? Showing that you're better than a 17 year old? Like Robert come on he didn't mean too. But I'll go check his comments

                        • The Invisible

                          Okay I did, he only did it 6 times and they were just thoughts, he wasn't saying their work wasn't good or anything he just saw grammar errors and let the writer know about them and they all accepted it with no problem some did what he said others didn't. It's not horrible Robert, he was just telling them his thoughts and they were appreciated by the writer. It really is okay.

                          • The Invisible

                            Don't you think I know that? Heck, I try and bond with people because of their poems. he wasn't criticizing them at all okay he had feedback and as we want we want that feedback to be honest. That's all he did. So why are you taking this personal when even the writers don't mind it?

                            • The Invisible

                              I hate to say this but no matter what we do someone just one person is going to criticize we can't stop that. And we don't want to know why? Because sometimes it helps the writer find themselves in their poems they learn that's the style they have been looking for. If they don't want it then they just ignore it. They don't care because they know who they are and how they wish to write their poems. But we can't pick fights with everyone single person who saying something to a writer that is intended to help them. We just can't. Besides if anything, you are kind of judging him right now aren't you?

                              • The Invisible

                                Okay well I don't know what else to tell you.. I tried I did. I tried to get to you but for some reason you are just on a mission to take this guy down. I have my own problems I'm trying to get through and I stopped them to help you with yours but I can't you are being so stubborn Robert. So now when you feel like talking to this guy rational I suggest you just stop contacting him and everything.

                                • The Invisible

                                  Okay, I'll stop.

                                  • Lily_

                                    What... happened

                                  • ElenaGrace

                                    This is really really good. Your choice of words and the what you're saying overall. Great job:)

                                  • UnknownCypher

                                    wow, i love the imagery i get by reading your words. well done.

                                  • Goldfinch60

                                    Good write, painting with words is what many of us do but painting can also do things that words cannot do. Both are wonderful
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