Word Tossing

Just for fun. (Cause that's how I roll). ;-)

Word Tossing

By Erin Lee

 

I threw a word up into the air and it landed on my tongue

Tasting, twisting, teasing, twirling, then

Tossing it toward the moon, it melted more

Mortal, mindless, mad, monotonous, might

I have the chance to take it back again and start

Over, overtly offering obscurity on occasion, or

Should I have thought it through to its naked bones

Back, begin, believing beyond buoyancy, but

Time is short for such remorse in nine to five’s

Clock chasing charade comes creeping close, cause

Words will wander wistfully without woes, wafting

And I shall pen, pin, plop, pluck them down.