I seek the words
to have them drop,
tumble, and
from a jumble
on the page,
rearrange, engage
the reader
with their wit,
flit and sway
to lay
and fall in time
(perfect metered rhyme?).
But. . .I don’t know,
the words come,
and then they go,
in a trickle or a flow,
like geese taking off in flight
no hesitation, wings spread, sail
toward the light,
one and then the next
absent of any pretext
(subtext?).
I seek the words–
and sometimes they come—not flying, but
slithering and sliding from a dream,
onto a scrap of paper or my computer screen.
This is for the dVerse Open Link night–or in my case, open link morning after. I woke with a poem in my head, but I couldn’t quite recapture it. I did manage to get in a line with geese. 🙂
Cooper River Park, NJ
So long as the words comes from your heart and soul, then, what you wrote down really wouldn’t matter that much…
Thank you.
Dream memories fade fast, but these gave you a delightful poem, nonetheless.
Thank you, Ken!
Geese are great for inspiration. I do like your rhymes. They give the poem a good rhythm.
Thank you, Jane. Maybe that’s why I like to rhyme. 🙂
And I agree about geese.
Rhyme is wrongly despised by modern poets, in my opinion.
🙂
You always writer in poetic form exactly how I feel. And this poem is a perfect example. The words come in a jumble, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, I know not where they want to go, but then I stop and read the page and wonder when I became such a sage. 🙂
Thanks, Pam. 🙂
Geese – words – equally spilling down the page
Thank you, Derrick. 🙂
I’m so pleased you have tumbling words and geese in this ‘wake-up poem’, Merril! The rhymes make it whimsical and dreamlike. Definitely a poem for poets!
Thank you, Kim!
Great metaphoric description of daily word games. An extra tip of the cap to you for this one!
Thank you, Frank.
Oh, was that you tipping your cap? 🙂
Yep!
🙂
This has such lightness…like the edges of a dream. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe.
I like the thought of words sliding from a dream.
Thank you, Frank!
… sometimes they migrate!
Yes, indeed! 🙂
Love how you describe the words falling… wonderful to sit and sift the words like that.
Thanks so much, Björn. It is enjoyable.
Oh those sly, mischievous words, we can’t ever pin them down… but they do bring us joy with their constant frolicking. Love the tumbling rhyme in this poem—and the gratitude at the end.
They do! Thank you so much!
Words don’t really matter… whether they are plain or sophisticated… as long as they touch the heart and relate to the inner most light of one’s soul.. it’s truly enough 💜 Loved your poem 😊
Thank you very much! 🙂