My Inner Confessional – If Its Walls Could Talk

jamie_exhibit-32My Inner Confessional – If Its Walls Could Talk

If walls would say what they should–I do not mean
if walls would just stick
to the script, but rather

if walls would speak
what was in their hearts, that is,
their I-beams, that is,
the borne cross of inner
rebar and all that zig-zag
of wood-should–

that is, if walls would say aloud
what they whisper
into their pillars,
these walls
could not help but speak
of forgiveness,

for these walls, whatever you want to say,
about their speech, are per force
good listeners,
and no wall listening to even my faked

remorse
could mistake the sadness
behind all that sinning and sensed
sinning–

(So, maybe the walls I like to imagine
are softer than the walls
of the archetypical confessional–
mine having been weakened
by an awful lot of headbanging–)

my walls, if I would but cede them words,
would say some wall-talk equivalent of
the laying on of hands
(you know, wall hands)–

I can still feel that cool plaster, when, as a child,
I ran my feet up up the stretched expanse
at the side of my mother’s bed; it was like
the soothing
of my aching head,
only she’d be sleeping then, her arms about
her middle,
and it was, actually, well
a wall.

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15th drafty poem for April, National Poetry Month.  I wrote this one for Mama Zen’s prompt on Real Toads about if walls could talk.  Pic was posted by MZ–not sure it equates to my “inner confessional” but close enough. 

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15 Comments on “My Inner Confessional – If Its Walls Could Talk”


  1. Sometimes we need someone to hear…The human wall is hard to breach.


  2. Oh I love this.. what a wonderful pondering poem of those caring walls, I dream of them sometimes as well… especially the thought of being awake with only walls as a child in the last stanza touched me.

  3. M Says:

    I like the nearly stuttering voice in this, the hesitancy, as though these walls were of two minds about talking… ~

  4. Sanaa Rizvi Says:

    Beautifully written 🙂


  5. The sense of pause running through the poem adds a feeling of wrenching out bits of sensitive memories. A powerful piece.

  6. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    I wish I were not so brain tired and head sore that I could really say more about this wonderful poem. I will be left with the image of running one’s hands up the cool wall at mother’s bedside.

  7. whimsygizmo Says:

    Oh, my gosh! I LOVE the stream-stutter feel of this. Just beautifully done.


  8. I love this:

    “what they whisper
    into their pillars,
    these walls
    could not help but speak
    of forgiveness,”

    Excellent sound play in this poem, K!

  9. Mama Zen Says:

    “mine having been weakened
    by an awful lot of headbanging”

    Mine, too.


  10. This. Is. Incredible.

  11. Polly Says:

    I adore your walls – especially the stanza in parenthesis where ‘…the walls I like to imagine / are softer than the walls / of the archetypical confessional’ – brilliant poem k. 😀 x


  12. I’m reading it again. The end, the mother, takes my breath away

  13. hedgewitch Says:

    I love the counterpoint of the parenthetical statements.

  14. C.C. Says:

    I really love the sound of this: ” all that zig-zag
    of wood-should”–it is so lyrical and I can ‘hear’ it in my head….as if the walls in my own inner confessional were talking.


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