Thursday, February 9, 2017

Wording (poem)

Wording


Critically thinking
These thought bubbles
Strung as air-dried laundry
Are attesting to all-ness.
Clearly precise within owned confines
Are never “nothing”
Yet, always collectively
What has been learned.

Personally,
It’s such a sin
That the words that fumble
From my lips
Are the same words
(Finagled though they are)
That find comfort
On a page.


©Christine A. Evans 2.9.17

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