This Poem

This poem

    Is as loud as a bomb,

The syllables

        Will explode

            Your retina.

    The words

            Will  detonate

                Your optic nerve.

The ideas will blow

        Your cranium

            Through the ceiling.

This poem

    Is a quiet

            As a whisper.....

The syllables

        Will tickle

    Your tympanum.

The words

    Will fondle

            Your hammer.

The ideas

        Will caress

            Your anvil

    Until they cry

                For mercy.

t.mooney © 2002