Hi Everyone,

This weeks blog is a bit spartan. No picture, no impression, just a rather wordy poem about becoming speechless. It would seem even when I lack the words I stll managed to ramble my head off about not having the words. πŸ˜€

Wishing you all a good week.




Of you I’ve nothing to say.

Maybe it’s the hoardes of eyes andΒ  too opinionated mouths?
This torrent despite myself won’t be borne
Fails to come alive
The emotional emphemera
The slight whisp of analysis shattering its compose.

Forcing me to look at you once more.
Not that I mind you understand
Your eyes are pools worth drowning in.

So seriously they devoured me…

I want to expresss….something
The feeling of feeling so much feeling.
Language finds itself stage shocked
Tounge tied.

It is a rather large crowd looking on…

Wondering, questioning
Every action, every word
That lies between vauge expressions
mumbled in loose sentences.

There’s a lot I could say.
From the ripple that warms from deep inside
To the simple joy of seeing you smile.
But…but it won’t realise its potential.
Embrassed by itself to have felt so much
Embrassed others might see too much.

And that’s not very poetic! …

Can a fantasy remain so.
Is that okay?
Does it always have to be about me?

I search your face and frame
Lingering over your long legs.
Desperatly trying to re-capture that feeling
That left me sprawling breathless and grinning…

It’s not very lady like and too much too consider.
Tut Tut…and so.
And so the feeling remains aloof,
Far too shy, too easily spooked.

I want to express how you moved me
Express your gentle touch
Intimate at the flush of feeling
That came with your intimate caress.

I closed my eyes at your intense longing
That jumped in for the kiss…

…They opened to an audience…

…and I just can’t do this!

The feeling flees, full of excuses

“I’m pretty busy this week
I’ll text you….”

Β© 2011 Tikarma Vodicka


15 thoughts on “Speechless

  1. I’d say you had a hell of a lot to say. It wasn’t so much as a rambling poem as it was a target shoot. Lining all your little duckies up in a row and firing away. Reload, seek another bevy(?) of duckies and take another shot or three or more. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and it’s okay to be unladylike on certain occasions, but you knew that. Have a great week yourself.

    1. Hi Jerry,
      Thankyou for visiting my blog. Yes bevy is indeed correct. πŸ™‚ I’m glad you enjoyed the poem. πŸ™‚
      It wasn’t quite coherant in my mind as I wrote it, but it seems my intentions nonetheless were quite clear despite the cognitive fog.
      It depends on who’s reading as to whether I should be more ladylike. πŸ™‚ conventions of etiquette rarely have a place alongside passions I’ve found. πŸ™‚

      All my best to you.

  2. I just feel like there are so many emotions rolled up into this one. Like you can’t catch your breath no matter how hard you try. Or at least that’s what it seems like for me. It’s funny because for me I may not ever catch my breath but I do manage to make my time and make time for others. It’s only a shame they cannot be built the same way. That’s the feeling I got anyway with the last lines of your poem.

    Oh, my! There is so much and I will probably read this a few times over and over again because my interpretations are always different than others. My brain doesn’t seem to work the same. LOL.

    This is a lovely blog.


    –Diana Jillian

    1. Hi Diana,

      Thanks for reading and for sharing your thoughts. I can see how you arrived at your perspective.
      As David says below. The readers interpretation is the only one that matters at the end of the day, so there is no right or wrong. It isn’t about getting it right but just enjoying what you read because it is enjoyable or at most determining what it means for you.
      My brain doesn’t work the same as others either, so often what I intend is not what others percieve and that’s okay because once I post in a public forum it isn’t about me anymore. πŸ™‚

      I’m glad you felt this a good blog. πŸ™‚

      You have a really good week!

  3. Hi Tikarma,

    I just loved this poem! It just says so much, and to me it is not just about the art and censorship imposed by ones audience, but it is also very much a social commentary. The way the people of the world are so wrapped up in themselves, that they can not distinguish autobiographical writings from pieces of fiction. They are so obsessed with the self, that they can not even begin to comprehend that there may be someone else out there writing stories to entertain or to explore the world and those that inhabit it, instead of wallowing in the inflated self importance of themselves. Is the art of story telling so foriegn now to people? What has become of the bardic tradition? Why can’t a poet be true to the art instead of being self obsessed? I think that these are questions we all need to look at as writers, and see where we fall short of the art.

    Such a brilliant opening line! It’s like the slap in the face you give someone who has gone hysterical. It lets the reader know you’ve got something to say and you mean business πŸ™‚

    And the line “And that’s not very poetic! …” is like an acusing finger pointing at you. To me, this says it all. As I said before, be true to the art!

    I think you capture the soul of it with the lines-

    “I want to express how you moved me
    Express your gentle touch
    Intimate at the flush of feeling
    That came with your intimate caress.”

    I thoroughly enjoyed this poem and very much agree with the sentiments of it. It is something that is not said enough. And, such a brilliant way to end it too! To me, this is more than a poem, it is a lesson on the art.

    I’m very proud of you β™₯

    With all my love, always,


    1. Hi Jamie,
      Thankyou very much for sharing your thoughts about the poem. I’m glad you enjoyed too, though trust you to like the most cheekiest stanza. Bless a good a entendre. πŸ˜‰

      I can certainly empathise with your position. It is difficutl to preserve the story as just a piece of fiction, especially with poetry. I suppose in some ways it’s human nature to see reflections of yourself or another in what you read or view, but certainly we in that universal sense have become obessed in some corners with trying to determine the “inside scoop” as it were on an individual through their writing or trying to get it right so we can sit back a little self inflated believing we are somehow better because we think we have the right interpretation where others who take a different view are somehow wrong.
      I am certainly party to it, trying to do my impressions. I do create an expectation that I everything I write will be about me and every piece of fiction is a discreet way of writing about myself without having to openly admit it. *shakes head*
      It’s all rather silly really. My biggest gripe is being cornered. I can only write certain things in certain ways…not unless they’re paying me! πŸ™‚
      I find it a strange mentality and I confess I don’t understand that expectation of others to demand certain content from a person, or think you have a right to tell a person what they should and shouldn’t be writing about…very strange and little disturbing.

      Anyway….It got a poem out of me, I can’t complain about that. πŸ™‚

      Yours in love always
      and very proud of you too!
      ❀ ❀

  4. Tikarma,

    I love this. you capture so perfectly the dilemma which confronts us all – How much of ourselves do we expose in our art?

    I once attended an informal session with Sharon Olds. She was asked about the auto-biographical content of her poems. She replied “I never said it was auto-biographical!!” with a big smile on her face πŸ™‚ I have never forgotten that!! πŸ™‚

    The other thing to say I guess is that what a poem says to the reader (or a painting says to a viewer for that matter) is between the reader and the poem. What the author intended becomes irrelevant at that point!!

    And of course if people do not like my work then, as far as I am concerned, that is their loss!! *big grin*

    And finally I really love these lines –
    “I search your face and frame
    Lingering over your long legs.
    Desperatly trying to re-capture that feeling
    That left me sprawling breathless and grinning…”

    I hope you have a really good week, that your rain tank is filling and that you will soon enjoy another carrot cake πŸ™‚


    1. Hi David,

      Thankyou very much for sharing your thoughts. I appreciate your insights. πŸ™‚

      I’m glad you enjoyed the poem *blushing*. As I said to Jerry my brain was a little foggy when I wrote it, so I’m very pleased it has turned out well.

      I’m glad too that you found some lines to take away with you. I do like that stanza too, It makes me smile. πŸ˜‰

      I don’t think we have complete control over how much we expose. Often I’ve found that I’ve revealed way more than I would normally feel comfortable with as I try to get to grips with a life lesson.

      I think anyone who writes has to accept that they will expose themselves in someway and other people will ultimately decide what it is you have shown.

      I do very much agree with your semtiments that the reader or viewers interpreation is the only one that matters once a piece has found its way into the public domain. Sometimes it can be fascinating what others see too! It can open new doors into your own work you didn’t even know were there. πŸ™‚

      As I said to Jamie my gripe is actually a couple of people who have had the audacity to suggest to me the content I should be writing about. I take issue with their issue of not liking something I write (then don’t read it! ) *LOL* *shakes head* …Some people around me are a little demanding, subtle and oververtly. There’s only so much I can take! I just want to write… *LOL* *pouting*

      *lol* At your statement on people who don’t like your work *big grin* I do feel similar. πŸ™‚

      Again thankyou very much for your insights. You always leave me smiling.

      Wishing you all the best for a most lovely week. The rain water tank is filling very slowly but surely and the carrot cake will now remain a lovely memory as we move onto fruit mince pie. πŸ˜€ I’m planning an edible pressie…..I do believe in a few months someone is having a birthday… *cheeky grin*


  5. Hmmmm my comments best be made in person…… cos it struck me as a very personal poem…. about being seechless in the face over overwhelming feeling and way to much you want to share but crippled by the fear of sharing


    Maybe I am offtarget but man that seemed REALLY personal



      1. Hi Dragonfly,

        Thanks for taking the time out to read.
        I would hope the poem does feel very personal. If you can’t relate on any level as a reader then I haven’t done my job! πŸ™‚

        As to what you percieve, that’s up to you.
        If you want to discuss it more, that’s cool, but no dramas here, all is well. πŸ™‚

        Brightest Blessings.

  6. Very relatable poem here!

    Those feelings of desire and longing can be almost overwhelming in intensity!

    Lovely work!

    1. Hi Marian,
      Thankyou for reading and your kind comments. I’m glad you were able to relate to the poem.
      Yes those feelings of desire can leave our heads and hearts spinning! πŸ™‚

      Have a lovely weekend. πŸ™‚

  7. Tikarma,

    I’m smiling. I like it a lot.

    You captured perfectly the inner debate experienced when we find ourselves in a moment of wanting to express what we feel “just then”. But, waiting often puts things in a different perspective and it’s either change your mind or “chicken out” of revealing what it on your mind. So, often the most beautiful thoughts never get expressed to the people who need to hear them.

    I usually write it in a poem. Sometimes, it can get rather “complicated”. πŸ™‚ Later, when I go back to read the poem I either feel glad it was not shared, or regretful that it wasn’t. But, I never regret writing it for myself.

    These are my favorite lines:

    “I search your face and frame
    Lingering over your long legs.
    Desperatly trying to re-capture that feeling
    That left me sprawling breathless and grinning…”

    That was one of those “Wish I had written that” moments for me.

    I hope your cooler days are leading to some toasty and cozy evenings inside, and that you and Jamie are enjoying your new home. Everything is new again with each new season.

    (((Big Hugs)))

    1. Hi Shirley,

      Thankyou very much for stopping in and reading and sharing your thoughts. It’s always so lovely to have you around. πŸ™‚ I hope you enjoyed your time away?

      I’m really glad you enjoyed the poem and felt I’d captured that inner debate well. Sometimes waititng does give you time to be more objective about sharing and sometimes you just have to spit it out run away and hope for the best. πŸ™‚ When there can be such a fine line between your own life and fiction I think the “chickening out” instinct becomes more pronounced. I would hate to think what’s been lost to the ether by writers over the years. I’ve no doubt there’s many a beautiful expression floating in the heavens. πŸ™‚

      I myself have quite a few poems that will never see the light of day. They are just for me. πŸ™‚ I never regret whats written, but I suppose I am more conscious about what I put in a public forum. πŸ™‚

      *smile* Those lines you like are good ones. I’ll admit that. I know I can’t help but smile when I read them. Sometimes the muse is kind to you and you get lucky. πŸ™‚

      We are experiancing some very brisk and chilly evenings. Just the other day the frost was so thick on the lawn it looked it had snowed! I must admit I have reached the point of longing somehwat for spring. Right now I wouldn’t mind some heat! πŸ™‚ It is lovely getting to know the seasons from my new home. Plenty to observe and take in. πŸ™‚
      I hope a cool breeze finds it’s way to your door and you find some respite from the heat.

      With much love to you and the family.
      ((BIG HUGS))

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