ONLY WORDS

Nothing I say is interesting enough to repeat

I see faces full of disinterest wherever I go, but I know still

I don’t need words to make me complete.

I store useless knowledge and hand them out as treats

For example: “did you know a whale in a day can eat a gigaton of krill?”

Nothing I say is interesting enough to repeat…

Babbling and moaning meaningless meter, I excrete

Tasteless tales which renders silenced listeners to pray for my lips to remain… still,

Yet I don’t need words to make me complete.

Talk, insensible, renders my words an intangible, repetitive bleat.

When finally I reveal quintessential veracity, your reluctant mind instills

“Nothing she says is interesting enough to repeat”

A word, after all, is only air rising through the larynx and there are ways to cheat

Language: A slight arousal of the eyebrows, a pinch of the lips, a stare that decimates like a falling anvil.

I don’t need words to make me complete.

It would be best if I was a mute, or discreet,

So that the focus was me, and not the plethora of words fit for a land fill

Nothing I say is interesting enough to repeat

But I don’t need words to make me complete.

this is a villanelle. it carries a patter of only two rhymes, and is marked by its alternating refrain, which appears initially in the first and third lines of the opening tercet.