Speak Out or Keep Mum

Basically the same.
Luck has us have a common language
You should use it – nature uses it –
And not try out some birdish chirp
Or the slow-thinking grasses’ swishing parlance.
Do not parrot this gust announcing rain
Nor the stutter of a mock hermit talk-of-the-town.
You shouldn’t envy feathers having their idiom
And humbly leave the telling rustle to the verdant and very air:
Make no burlesque of utter solitude, aspiring poet.

Sheer luck has build the bridge of either gap or silence.
Be blunt and frigging use what nature uses.

November 17, 2017