August 29, 2011

The Telephone Game

Whispered words
Circle the room
Crackling fire
We all try
Not to listen
While we try
to really listen
What will i hear?
What has been lost?
In this conversation
In that translation
Hiding mouths behind hands
looks of concentration
Suppressed giggles
Bent heads in anticipation
Shrugs of shoulders
Lifting of hands
It’s not just me
Who doesn’t understand
We laugh nervously
Notice the story getting shorter
Somehow funnier
As it gains momentum
Fire flames higher
Almost my turn
Hope what I hear
Is not a burn
How do I stay true
To the words in my ear
What is it anyways
That we really hear?