I sense them trying to form.
the sudden, mad syllabic rush
as if each thought is
battling to be voiced in unison.
A thunderous blast of wordlessness
everything and nothing —
an aborted cacophony —
utterances never to be heard,
over a blur of muted tears.
Oh, I feel this, deeply. May those syllables be freed, and given back their voice.
It is at times very noisy in our heads Susan, making it difficult to sort and assemble our thoughts.
tears act like plugs for the ears. sometimes better to let the body feel and visit the words later…
Your quadrille has captured a familiar feeling, Susan, especially in the ‘thunderous blast of wordlessness’ and the ‘blur of muted tears’.
Oh so many voices are silenced by the noise of others… may they be given the silence to be heard.
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Thank you for reading and commenting Lona. Your interpretation is spot-on. Very insightful! :-)
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Ergo, the Ogre 
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