words

Words once spoken

Every breath taken
Each word uttered
The tone implied
Emotion stuttered
All our thoughts
Amalgamated
Held or cherished
Loved and hated

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Spare Parts

A part of me is lost
Fragments of phalanx rise to the top
In a river of words
Blood splattered lettering
Smudged onto cartridge paper
Thick set and rolled
Ammunition for the brain

Firing rhymes
from the top of my head
Adjectives overflowing
Caressing cinnamon ledgers
Dusty tomes of epic tales
Offset with coffee stains
And sprinkled with sweat

Parts of me are misplaced
Welded to sheets of carbon copy
Skin speckled vellum
Thoughts chiseled into slate
Cold and haunting – unwanted
Exhausted ideas settle within grooves
Burnished in birchwood

Though the fountain is never stemmed
Poems pour forth,involuntarily
Inevitably, without fear
Raw and ready to be moulded
Fusing with my mind
Until possessed and weary
I submit to their will

Parts of me are missing
Yet I claim my soul, my own

Words behind the face

I wish I’d held you, back then
Paused your thoughts on the moment
And asked what I didn’t want to know.

If I could have the time over
I’d pounce – as you pulled that face,
The one you do.

The slightly aggrieved, silent pout
A look that falls across a puppy’s snout
When it’s squeaker gets confiscated.

A flicker of anger denied,
Followed by deduction – confusion,
And freckled with a whimper.

I wish I could have quashed that look,
Braved the tinged sadness,
Just asked what she’d said

You wouldn’t have told me
– of course
But I wish I’d have asked

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It happened again – my words disappeared
Just like the night once before
I’m sure they were there
all typed and prepared
and left all alone in a drawer
Sometimes they stay
and sometimes they go
Sometimes they just fall apart
I’m left with some words
It just seems absurd
but sometimes they expand and grow

I really should take stock
of all words and phrases
poured onto paper at night
but sometimes i’m dreaming
and sometimes they’re screaming
and sometimes they’re there
– and i’m not.

Yet now i’m all confused
all twisted and tangled
i’m pondering where can it be
There now is a title
yet i’m so confangled
cos nothing is in the body
I remember I wrote verse
It was there in my WordPress
that’s now a glaring blank slate

What I have is ironic
I blame electronics
and hazily pressing a save
All I have is the title
and no clear recital
a vague memory of the night
With old faithful Biro
there was none of this error
just old fashioned words
and smudgy “Night Terror”

A-Z Challenge: Unspoken U

Unused words

It’s the unseen emotion
Those unsaid words
That linger the longest
Hovering upon lips
Held back by uncertainty
Fated to be forever unheard
by hopeful ears

 

A bit of an opposite for my stolen words theme but I feel it still fits for A-Z Challenge: U

Stolen Words

Its those stray words

Consonants singing across vacant air

The loose thoughts, that jingle

Emerging from the brains of hidden minds

And escaping

Hovering

Within the grasp of ears

Its the way that they stab

Into heads

Into hearts

Stored away, until finally, freedom

comes – That exultant gasp for life

Rolling from tongues into existence

Permeating the waves

Until, suddenly

Grabbed by a precocious writer

Day 2 – Quotes (ok, ok, so it’s a bit late)

So I may have been a little distracted but I always get there in the end 😉

My challenge from Paul over at Palfitness (check out his friendly blog & twitter) has had a little snooze but we are back with it now.

The aim of the game is to find a quote for 3 days and share the bloggin love with three others so here is my aptly found quote for today:

quote-coaching

Fuond over at www.shashickahill.com

 

Challenge rules:

1. Post three consecutive days.

2. You can pick one or three quotes per day.

3. Challenge three different bloggers per day.

 

And my chosen three bloggers for today (if accepted) are :

A Mommas View

Little Anna B

Black and Write