A Postural Pose

All these reported things
they told repeatedly to me.
Seated with twisting snakes
envy desire bitter jealousy.

How tall she stands
how proud she looks.
Of her beauty envious
her beauty sparkling told.
Of five foreign languages
spoken with flawless fluency.
Without error inflected
better than native speaker.

Five languages yet
within this soul I grieve.
Five languages frozen
bound cannot express.
Non-communication
of your innermost self.
Expression others may do
at ease with language one.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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