Misspoken
Misspoken
I let my tongue slip–
I think to whip
some moment into shape–
but it flips out, flop,
sloppy eel, pink as a weal
of scar, blinking
in any brightness.
It won’t re-swallow
quick–
so I tug the big lug
over my shoulder
trailing a fug
of mouldering
not-meant.
i really didn’t.
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Here’s 55 for Mama Zen’s prompt on With Real Toads. The drawing, such as it is, is mine as well as poem; as always, all rights reserved.
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ManicDDaily 
July 6, 2014 at 1:51 pm
Oh, this is clever! I have this same problem.
July 6, 2014 at 1:52 pm
ha. once it is out…it will give life or wreak havoc…
and we will certainly be left to pick up after it.
July 6, 2014 at 4:05 pm
Hey, I know you really didn’t mean it. But, don’t we all do it? Those moments when we wish we’d kept our boneless organ in check. 🙂 That’s what we call a tongue in colloquial Spanish in Cuba, “the boneless one”.
Greetings from London.
July 6, 2014 at 4:35 pm
I like how words can flip out, flop, sloppy eel ~ Oh well, not-meant to be said ~ Clever K ~
July 6, 2014 at 5:10 pm
Ha! I think everyone can relate to this. Love the whimsical drawing too.
July 6, 2014 at 7:01 pm
… well, shut my mouth!
July 6, 2014 at 9:37 pm
🙂 Nice reading! And it is true, like a sent e-mail, the undo button doesn’t do a think for what we say. Especially bad are things said in haste. I love the exaggeration here. It also reminds me of a teen-age ditty put to a popular tune.
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Oh yes, I am not a total tea totaler, that was just part of my poem. But a six pack of beer is likely to last a whole month in our house.
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July 7, 2014 at 12:12 am
ha!
I hope you find your notebook, karin ~
July 7, 2014 at 12:33 am
…hmm. I think I’ve done this a few times…. You have such a creative mind!
July 7, 2014 at 6:49 am
Ha. Thanks, Margaret. k.
July 7, 2014 at 2:32 am
Ah, yes… ‘Put a guard on your tongue’, not as easy as it may sound. I try. I try.
July 7, 2014 at 5:31 am
Yep- been there, done that.
July 7, 2014 at 9:52 am
I suffer from this ailment myself, k–which is why I try to not even mention politics in my immediate environment–I might be burned at the stake. ;_) I have felt that weight, the words that just popped out that shouldn’t have been said, and the corresponding emptiness, those that should have been but couldn’t be found till after the fact. Great rhyme and alliteration as well as the repeating pattern in the stanzas, which all add emphasis and a thump of certainty to the observations.