The Hand That Speaks. (An Original Poetry)

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A pen that talks
unburdens the soul,
of spoken guilt
voiceless as silence
in the very face of tumult.
oh! like a bird that tweets
this pain is a song
that crawls
through the bloodstream
like a virus

And with many many drums
we will tell our story
like the strings of Orpheus!
the thoughts, laden
with the weigh of agony.
our tongue is clueless
as alphabets eludes us.
this plastic tears
heralds a gory story

Of how we listen keenly
to the prattles within
and how blood
stains the corridor
and guilt is now our first name.
a pen that talks
unburdens the soul
leaving it weightless as a feather
as it rids our bowel
of unsaid vowels

The birds that tweets,
Sprints into our musings,
like knife into butter
cleansing every nooks
as it begins to douse
us with freedoms,
from things that enslaves us!
we're afraid of being idle vessels
without the thinnest drop
of yesterday's horror

For without these memories,
we're sonorous trumpets
In the most lonely places.
a little tint of my suffering
is like tragicomedy.
a thing of saddening laughter
to remind me of speaking hands
that deadens the larynx
and numbs the vocal cords.

How can I sing of you?
like a flash of lightning
that beautifully lights up
the dumbest of nights.
in this instance
nirvana is you
as it unlocks dimensions
like no other;
The hand that speaks
is laden with stories
of how we conquered




Written by @josediccus

23/1/2020



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Feelings packed 👍

Thank you, this one speaks of the frustration a person can feel when they're going through writer's block. I'm glad you like it

Why is it so difficult to convey the message in this poetry🤔
Why make it so difficult to unfold the tale in it🙄

It's not difficult, poetry is an art, sometimes it takes a different turn. This one is very simplistic in nature, if you focus on the verses you'll understand the poem.

You know, we all usually use what we have to get what we don't have and this is why any dog that loses it's sense of smell will find it hard to fetch food. That dog will become irritated and feel completely useless to its owners.

What about humans?
Heheh... We all have our skills and this is why whenever you see a footballer that is injured, he goes through therapy because failure to do so can make them to start thinking in a negative way which will generally affect their career as footballers because it will alter their mindset and make them to feel as if they won't be good again.

Even the pen that writers use to express themselves can run out of ink at anytime but the way I do mine is that whenever l experience such, I tried to divert my attention from writing and focus on Reading, watching movies and listening to music.

Heheh... None of these will last forever as far as we remain positive. A Hand tht speaks can pause for some days but it won't loose it's power of speech.

Nice one.

Thanks for the comments, I basically meant to express writer's block from a dynamic angle


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I love the end few lines the most -

How can I sing of you?
like a flash of lightning
that beautifully lights up
the dumbest of nights.
in this instance
nirvana is you

It's like we are always struggling to articulate our experiences but there is real feeling in trying to - like words absolutely have to express our lives, or die trying!


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Thanks a lot, I'm glad you enjoyed it, in all honesty, this is me trying so hard to express me, and it's imperative to see that poetry is often a voice that fills up a void.


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