It Stutters, Yet

[vagabond]

It Stutters, Yet


Our conversation stutters,
which
is not surprising, seeing
that
we're people of a certain age.

But having known each other
for
six decades, sister-brother,
we,
when one becomes uncoupled
from
a train of thought, the other
tends
to pipe up with a word for
which
the first was vainly searching---
makes
you wonder why we talk at all.

i like this "stuttering" poem and the image it produces.
there´s a charme to people knowing/ guessing what the other is going/ trying to say.

hope you don´t mind, but had to play around with it

It Stutters, Yet


Our conversation
stutters,
which is not surprising,
seeing
that we're people of a certain age.

But having known
each other
for six decades, sister-brother,
we,
when one becomes
uncoupled
from a train of thought, the other
tends
to pipe up with a
word
for which the first was vainly
searching---
makes you wonder why we talk at all.