Words!

Words

don’t come easy

to me

he sang;

and that I wrote,

as if by rote.

But, sometimes, they do

come easy;

to me.

Words are my trade;

by me, they are made

to turn cartwheels

and work hard for their keep;

they sleep little,

working long hours,

becoming brittle…

until, one by one,

they are moulded into shape.

Gape at my words,

and, gazing upon them,

escape from your reality

into mine.

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One response to “Words!

  1. Always Be, like the busy Bee you are, always B
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