Thoughts about words.
I am no conversationalist.
The manner in which thoughts of meaning
Form into phrases
Is an arduous process which,
Often,
Leaves me gasping for sounds to make.
And as my hot breath is expended,
It is often no more
Than the gas that makes it up.
But here, hush, here
Listen!
These thoughts do reach out
To embrace you.
Help me plant them in this
Garden between us
And after the storms rain seeps
Down, we will share a grove
So beautiful,
So alive and full and vibrant
That words will fail us both.












Comments
This is really good and really well done, I can see the passion and energy you put into it. I don't think I'll ever understand your spacing, I personally think it messes with the flow. But if that's your style, it's your style.
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I do what feels write
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