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:

In a Manner of Speaking – Nouvelle Vague