Let me read it to you…

of words

by | Aug 26, 2017



a glimmer of words

fireflies flickering

flying above reach

against a night sky

competing with stars

and a passing satellite


aimless dance of words

they are here

no, there

to hold them in a jar

is to keep them captive

frightened, running

circles for an exit


secret stash of words, shuffling

around in a drawer

among misfit keys

odds of matchbooks

ends of inkpens, loose

with potential


drops of words, dripping

from a bank of stormclouds

communing in a stream

channel through a mill

briefly suspended, until

caught in a pond

of poems


Copyright Cynthia Berg 2017


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