Whirling Words

Geyser ©2011

Geyser ©2011

Whirling Words

Why are words whirling

Around in my head?

Whistling, wondering, whining.

A good word, a soft word, a sweet word.

Word’s out. No word. Harsh word.

Where o where have my little words gone?

Out of mind, out of sight,

Out there. Somewhere.

Words become sentences.

A sentence is a time in a jail.

Jail is a loss of freedom.

Speechless is

a loss of words.

Thoughts are captured by words.

But still free.

Freedom of speech is

words uncensored.

Words wobble.

Words wiggle.

Words wander pages

In search of thoughts.

Collected words live on

In publications.

Not a word, Word’s out. Mum’s the word.

What about a word mummy?

by Janet Brugos, Oakland, CA 2007

NaBloPoMo November 2014

About brugosjart

I see the world from many different perspectives. My curiosity has taken me to many countries. I enjoy learning about other cultures. I create art with texture, color and form. Most often I make mixed media artwork. I admire the creativiity of others.
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2 Responses to Whirling Words

  1. thenoveilst says:

    Unique piece of art…I like it 🙂

    Like

  2. Pingback: Words | Leap Like A Frog

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