No words

Written after a rough morning

Words are fickle friends 

They often squirm away from you 

like a child

who doesn't want her face wiped

 

Today I have lost my words

Swallowed by the panic 

Which overtook my tongue 

this morning while I held that squirming child 

 

My mouth tastes different with the words taken out 

Dry and bitter without the sweet syllables 

I open wide

Hoping to catch them again 

So that I might speak another phrase

And write another poem 

Reviews

[That Guy]

Tough morning! When writing and expressing thoughts from heart to paper is difficult, it can be frustrating!!! I won't guess your reasons but for me a numbness that some times leaves me brain dead...You managed to express how i feel some nights... Gratitude to you.
I'm sure I speak for the ones who took the time to absorb your thoughs... We say,Keep writing!!!

[ARLorenz]

Thank you for all your encouragement! I'm glad you were able to connect to this piece. I will keep writing for certain and hope you keep reading!

Now off to read some of your work.

[Zaliodir]

Very lovely poem. I really like how you make writing a poem metaphorical of a tongue and squirming child. Its a very apt description. You have succinctly expressed how it feels sometimes to wrangle your writing in and try and express yourself. Very well done! I am eager to read many more of your coming pieces. =)

[ARLorenz]

And I look forward to reading yours! Thank you for reading and reviewing xx