Today's poem is by Julie Kane
Suppose we don't need sound to talk
suppose that nutcase Swedenborg
was right that angels banter not
in language but in balls of thought
wafting about like pollen spores
because they don't need sound to talk?
Think how in dreams our dialogue
flashes from mind to mind before
it's voiced, communicated not
in language, but its building blocks:
ideogrammed to the brain, not talked.
Who needs the langue d'oeil or d'oc
when we (like modern troubadours)
strum on lutelike keyboards not
quite sentences or finished thoughts
but runic clusters, bluesy chords
understood (though apart from talk)
like angel banter they can't be not.
Copyright © 2004 Julie Kane All rights reserved
from Rhythm & Booze
University of Illinois Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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