Friday, December 10, 2010

Frozen Speech

I couldn't translate them into sound
they grew tentacles—stuck,
unable to move beyond my throat
I opened and closed my mouth

The blue dentist chair reclined flat
while an overhead light illuminated
each line, each imperfection
The novacaine injected into my cheek
numbed for hours
slurring words, chopping off endings

I tried to pronounce words
without a lexicon
and lost my way

Linda Watskin ©2010

10 comments:

  1. Married to a dentist, I'm so glad you haven't gone for the melodramatic. "...pronounce words without a lexicon." Brilliant.

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  2. This was really clever, making such a situation worth reading.
    I liked the slurring words, chopping off endings and that great last stanza.

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  3. Linda great descriptions of a visit to the dentist. Clever.
    Pamela

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  4. Only recently attended a session like this - made me smile (something I couldn't do then). Nice post!

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  5. hideous feeling.
    Love the tentacles!

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  6. its all good.....really liked last stanza...nicely done

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  7. I have been in that same situation too many times... love the way you so eloquently related the whole dentist experience into a beautiful poem!

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  8. OK, maybe it's just me, but I am sensing a deeper meaning than the surface dentist experience... great imagery. Love the tentacles, too.

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  9. Kelly,
    You are absolutely right. The entire dentist experience is a metaphor.

    Linda

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