A drought-infested mouth kept me silent, I was so afraid to part my teeth. The underbelly of my tongue would whip open, angry words spewing from my mouth like fleeting bats in a torched cave. A cordial smile and a cold embrace, while howling shrieks boiled inside my throat. Silence in a festive facade. I'm done. Except to read The Lorax to my grandmother when she's too weak to turn the pages. I must remember to do that.
But sometimes I take comfort in the silence, you know? Dark lulls and a warm heart throbbing next to me. That's the kind of silence I enjoy, the kind with braided legs and interlaced fingers. With electric fingertips, shocking new waves into a lifeless body. You're very much like a lightning bolt, darling. It's refreshing. A cool glass of lemonade making rings on cedar tabletops. Healing.
Lead me to bluebonnet and lavender and scarlet sage. Lemon mint and foxglove and Texas paintbrush.
Lead me to the wildflowers, for that is all I need right now.
Madi, Once again, your words have taken me on a marvelous journey and for that I am grateful.
ReplyDeleteYou mentioned the bluebonnets and painbrush flowers and I only wish you could have experienced the rolling waves of colorful oceans that surrounded me yesterday on my journey. Most of time the flowers remind me of hope and beauty, but yesterday their purpose was to provide beauty during an ugly journey driven by devastating chemo treatment and cancer markers that refuse to change.
My conversation yesterday was guarded and scripted as there sometimes areas that aren't allowed. I also feel that sometimes words escape and their effects are unpredictable.
Thank you for providing words to the emotions that are so close to me and my world.
Warmly, Ferret
Wow, this just took my imagination to new heights. Exciting words and though. Simply amazing.
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