~ Words ~
Austere
Hollow
Burnished
Brittle
from misuse
They
scrape my tongue and fall
But
do not leave
They
cling to me
With
flinty perseverance
Of
old barnacles
And
blur
And
weave
A
dense cocoon
Around
my soul
I
would have written
What
I want to say
But
all I have is chalk
That
does not last
On
the rough pavement
Drenched
in summer rain
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Great use of the words. I enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Annette!
DeleteFantastic poem! So vivid and close to home. As writers, we often find ourselves worried that our chalk words will be rained out and forgotten. Of course, everything we write online ends up cached somewhere, so maybe they are a bit more permanent than we think... ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! I haven't envisioned the poem the way you saw it, but I think it's rather cool that my poem may be understood in more than one way :-)
DeleteBeautiful write! The ending image is super.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brenda! Something about wordles, I find them very inspiring :-)
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