Sunday, April 22, 2012

All the Mermaids.


All the Mermaids.
timothy michael fulghum
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Borrowed voices from walking mermaids
fill the silence the seas have made:
thundering wavelengths; boatmen’s brave strengths –
all have broken and drowned away.
But the mermaid wanted two feet;
“Who needs words when you’ll get two legs?”
But the voices of the lonely have been
stolen and drowned away, drowned away.

Porcelain faced, her cascading hair falls
in the face of her gentleman.
He cannot hear her – he doesn’t need
to. Naked, bodies brush on satin.
But the mermaids have grown tired
and their hearts bleed all their love away.
For their legs they’ve lost their words and
they’ve forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing.

Can music burn when the voice is lost?
Speechless songs failing passionate melodies
are the only notes they’ll sing.
That’s the price they paid for their obstinance.
But the heart gets what the heart wants:
was true love worth an empty shell?
Strangled by the lonely, their songs
drown with the boatmen, lost under the sea.
But the mermaids have grown tired
and their legs bleed all their love away.
For their hearts they’ve lost their words and
they’ve forgotten, forgotten how to sing.

But the mermaids wanted two feet;
“Who needs words when you’ll get two legs?”
But the voices of the lonely have been
stolen and drowned away, drowned away.

Can music burn when the voice’s lost?
Speechless notes failing passionate melodies
are the only songs they’ll sing.
That’s the price they paid for their obstinance.
But the heart gets what the heart wants:
“Who needs words when you’ll get two legs?”
But the voices of the lonely have been
stolen and drowned away, drowned away.

1 comment:

  1. I love your voice in this. And the imagery! MY HEART.

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