Laughter
[Such a strange looking word,
And why doesn’t it rhyme with
Daughter,
When they look like identical twins?]
Drumbeats of surprise,
Almost reflexive
Staccato explosions
Like hiccups in
Reverse
Tired chuckles
From bodies too exhausted
To support full lung movement
— even in amusement
Snickers,
Hidden, secret whispers
behind hands
Or under desks
or around corners
Cynical
Snorts
[Accompanied by rolling eyes]
Slip like scorn across a room
And the kind
That sneaks
Through the tears,
Undignified and
Somehow
Holy
Giggle,
Pure and Sincere,
Rises up from childlike throats
Ascending
Into the air like
Birdsong
Which kind will I
Inspire
Today?
(2) Comments for this blog
Oh, I LOVE this one:
“And the kind
That sneaks
Through the tears,
Undignified and
Somehow
Holy”
Oh, I LOVE this one:
“And the kind
That sneaks
Through the tears,
Undignified and
Somehow
Holy”