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.
a loss of words.
Thoughts are captured by words.
But still free.
Freedom of speech is
Words wander pages
In search of thoughts.
Collected words live on
Not a word, Word’s out. Mum’s the word.
What about a word mummy?
by Janet Brugos, Oakland, CA 2007