Look me in the eyes
So that I may see into your heart
Whisper to me the loves songs
That radiates in your pupils
So that their echoes may make my blood thrum
When two hearts are in love
We have no need for so much words
For your eyes speak volumes
That your mouth cannot put into shape
Yet it makes my body sing.
Back in the days, my mother did a lot of speaking to us with her eyes. For instance, when we go out and someone offers us a cookie, you have to look at dear mother’s face, before daring to accept that cookie and the gleam in her eyes or the nod of her head will tell you what to do.
No words said! Sometimes, you might make a mistake in translating the meaning of that look and wolf down the biscuit.
You will surely have some explaining to do. One scrumptious cookie might not be worth all the drilling questions that you will have to answer to.
So if you are not too sure, you simply say, ‘No thank you Ma’ to the biscuit tender even if drool is pooling in your mouth.
Naturally, I love being around people and would talk to total strangers. In a safe environment of course because there are so many crazies in this time and age.
Sometimes, I go people watching, where I will see a large crowd of human beings going about their lives.
I may say nothing, but just let the cacophony of their words wash over me.
A snippet overheard here and there could trigger a memory, an inspiration, a story or more.
Sometimes, I wish I could do a documentary of some of the fascinating humans that I have come across.
It’s been a while that I had a girls night out with friends, where we would dance, laugh and shout on top of our voices.
No one hears what they other is saying, but we leave for our homes and husbands, happy as larks.
When it comes to serious talk, I like a one-on-one, where I can listen quietly, read your nuances and get a clear meaning of what you are trying to transmit.
The ideal conversation depends on the occasion, what is being discussed and also the people involved.
I also happen to love being left alone by myself. I am never bored being all alone because I have perfect conversations with myself and the many voices in my head.
No! I am not crazy like that. I don’t know if I am normal, but that’s fine. I don’t care if the ship with the normal people left without me a long time ago.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post prompt Counting Voices.
A lively group discussion, an intimate tête-à-tête, an inner monologue — in your view, when it comes to a good conversation, what’s the ideal number of people?