eyes are flicky
fingers itchy
scratchy brain where my words think from
jaw is catchy
make mine sticky
must i eat now
space not to write
for my kids sleep drags too slowly
where can i hide
words must come out
suck like quicksand
watch them tumble
onto the screen in order some-
how unjumbled
delightful and
vaporous
yet
dripping
hope
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Please excuse my word-spew. I’ve hardly grasped the space to story (let alone blog) this week, but not for want of inspiration.
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[Feature image by Engin_Akyurt from Pixabay.]
This is gorgeous, Hannah! Your tumbled, jumbled words certainly do drip with hope!
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Thanks, Louise. It is lovely to find a gleaming something in the jumble!
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