Monday, August 20, 2012

Words Again


Sometimes fleeting.
Sometimes overwhelming.

Thick like peanut butter.
Thin like blood.

Drawn on joy.
Remembered tears.

So many experiences.
Spoken aloud.

There is magic in meter.
Rolling of tongue.

The far pressed syllables.
Stressed beyond belief.

Until they break.
Like icicles on the mind.

Embedding their point.
Still - yet screaming.

Waking something within.
That spark of ingenious madness.

Calling pen to paper.
Write!

K.J.K. 08/20/2012