Radio
July 15, 2009
[The following poem is an original composition. It doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with the conference- just something I thought I would post anyway.]
Radio
by Caroline Bishop
There are too many words
flowing backwards,
forwards,
falling from lips none the wiser.
Never chosen- just spilled from mouth to ear,
carelessly cast out to the daily clamor.
And yet I,
the washed up poet of nay-saying and has-beens,
envy such easy disposal of thought.
Had I the chance to speak,
not one of those words would seethe to the surface.
Just the same old thoughts would echo,
hackneyed, ricocheting
off the same worn walls.
Just the same old words would suspend in static,
despondent, anticipating
the perfectly tuned dial.