The Difference Between Writing and Speaking the Words Out Loud
by George Moore
Things that wants most to be said
never fits the names we choose for them.
I scale it back to the love hate loss
of grief endured. The languages of clay.
Men of clay. A heavier light filters through
the pines here at dusk. How do you say it?
Nothing performs well before a strange god
missing a heart.
Spoken in many tongues, but they are flesh,
frenulum, noise-anchor, blood vessels,
taste buds. The perfect but sacred text
are the taste buds. Writing
is a silence on the stillness. The surf below
can only be imagined. Rage for order.
As easy as falling down stairs.
Publications include The Hermits of Dingle (FutureCycle Press, 2013), and a collection coming out this year, Children’s Drawings of the Universe (Salmon Poetry, 2014). I’ve published poetry with The Atlantic, Poetry, North American Review, Colorado Review, and a good bit internationally of late. Having taught for decades at the University of Colorado, Boulder, I presently live with my wife on the southern shore of Nova Scotia.