OUT OF THE BLUE/ Poetry Potluck #33

THIS WEEK'S Poetry Potluck #33, presents us with the opportunity to deal with our Doubts, Fears, Inhibitions and Hesitations.  What weighs me down the most?  I hesitate to tell you...


OUT OF THE BLUE

A friend schedules a seance.
I'm the ghost.
I come through
but it's Greek to me.

That makes two of us
who wonder
what my spirit is up to.

I fear my soul
may have
a separate language,
and it's one
I do not speak.

Out of the blue
I start scattering
tittle-tattle,
revealing secrets,

and everyone
gets the message
but me,

because I still
haven't learned
the true
heart to heart
of Heaven.


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A Book

A BOOK
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I like to hold a book,
to dog ear it's pages,
to find the one I read last year
and wonder why I underlined the phrase,
"at my departing".
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Smelling the binding,
hoping no one's watching
my preference in perfume.
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But here comes Kindle.
Throw out a word
and an odorless tome springs back
like an echo
looking for a place to light upon.
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Google, owning the art of conjure,
has the noble goal
to possess the world of words,
so we can click like katydids
and ride a wave of language.
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Instead of burning books
I mean to collect and pose on shelves
a roomful of verbiage,
wrapped in as much dust as possible,
that motivates me to find
the one that's signed by Austen.
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Translated

from: About.com: Poetry
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In the Spotlight: Poems translated from around
the world, this from Africa, the source of Eritrean
poet Reesom Haile. Translated into English by
Prof. Charles Cantalupo.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOUR LANGUAGE
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Welcome
To our language.
Taste
the sauce
With spicy melted
Butter.
Berbere pepper
And sea salt.
The bones are big
Not only for flavor.
Take them
Like communion.
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by Reesom Haile