Traveler speaks not

Traveler speaks not

10 June 2016

Words come easily

The saying a treachery

For gullible minds

 

Phrases rolling off

Like boulders from a steep cliff

The tongue honey’s tool

 

Hypocrisy’s school

The pupils aligned like bees

Their uniforms sleek

 

Loving heart is meek

Sweet tongue-tied and faltering

Its messages sparse

 

Lying heart is weak

Its heartbeat a mere tremor

The voice compensates

 

There are sweet voices

They distill poison like milk

Double code their craft

 

Neither here nor there

Lost in the realms of the void

Traveler speaks not

 

Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy Alamy with Hubble space telescope

In a Manner of Speaking – Nouvelle Vague