unspoken jars


hoarding words

for another day

for snappier comebacks

 

pickling phrases
acid retorts
bittersweet farewells

 

for nothing

and no one

 

 

 

words unused

sentences and poems
unsung

 

like forgotten jars

of beetles

collected in summer meadows

their air holes

clogged up

 

dead and stale
on a numb tongue

 

 





Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-06-10 at 14:37

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well written and absolutely true. "Next time, I'll know just what to say."
2012-06-10


shells
Great title and after reading the poem it totally fits. I think I have some of these jars, really enjoyed this piece.
2012-06-10


countryfog
This takes me back to my grandmother's dark dirt cellar, the rows of fruit and vegetables she had preserved and canned, and when she died never to be opened.
2012-06-10