Words Filled With Air (confessions of a mumbler)

mumblingWords leave my mouth
With slightly too much air
End up floating
between here and there
Adrift in lost communication
Oft missing target
Intended destination
For on paper
My words are weighted fast
A strength and purity
Made to last
And in song
They cut through noise and ocean
Driven home
With intense emotion
Devotion to craft
But in common speech
They get the shaft
Not given weight that they deserve
Left to bobble and to swerve
I should remove the air
Give them focus
Shape and form
Carry the weight of what is meant
And make them arrive
To where I sent them.


The Talking

Keep hearing things that I didn’t say,
And that way,
Rather than working things out,
We’ll never know what the other is talking about,
We’ll talk round in circles,
With increasing frustration,
Assured of our stance,
And our participation,
But never quite grasping what’s happening between us,
With me being from Mars,
And you being from Venus,
For just like the tango,
For which it takes two,
Communication’s hard work,
For me and for you!