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
Unique piece of art…I like it 🙂
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