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Commune to Communicate, poem by Evelyn Cole

February 25th, 2014 Evelyn Cole

Commune to Communicate


Quails traverse our driveway

in single file

The lead calls “Chi ca go”

“Chi ca go”—accent on

the second syllable


Our local doves

do not coo

they garble sweet nothings


Mockingbirds mock

the sound of my microwave

The cat meows at full voice

until her staff opens the door

then she rolls her tongue

for a musical thank you


The dog barks with glee

shouting her love

growling her fear


I watched a YouTube video

of one-year-old twin boys

conversing with each other

“Blah, blah, blah”

their only words

punctuated with hand gestures

laughter and varying pitch


Teenagers every generation

create new meanings to old words

Lovers whisper eternal feelings

and professors profess


I loved my sociology professor

He spoke long  paragraphs

of multi-syllabic  words

and convinced two Jehovah’s Witnesses

to join the Unitarian Church


Now he’s old, ill,

speech disabled

heart brolen


I sent him the link

to the video of the babies’

one-syllable communication

“Blah, blah, blah”

with dramatic inflection


He’ll understand


Evy Cole

January 2014



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Written by Evelyn Cole

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