Pearl River Community College's award winning literary magazine

Special Edition—Spring-Summer 1998

Poetry Section

Becky Spiers

Those Words Are Not Spoken Here...
 

My lips curl slowly,
Ready to say words that mean too much.
I hear a ssssh!
"Those words are not spoken here."

My heart speaks a thousand words a minute,
My mouth only yearns for three.
Again I hear a ssssh!
Reminding me,
Those words are not spoken here.

My eyes tell you in tears,
I have bathtubs of the truth,
But knowing I'll hear a ssssh!
I am silent,
Those words are not spoken here.
 

Anniversaries
 

Strolling through the used metaphors
Trying too hard to open the doors
to creativity
A mind, blurred
for lack of insensitivity.
Who knows what tomorrow brings?
But, tonight I sing
Your praises
of love, luck and intelligent phrases
I can't pronounce
But don't dare denounce.

For the fear
that you will overhear
My side of the story,
The glory that I hide
long enough to prescribe
Antidepressants, sleeping pills and
long walks over hills
Flowers trees
Anniversaries...

I don't know what tomorrow brings
But, tonight I sing our praises.