Words and Songs

by yennayi, posted in Reflection

I format the page when I think

I have something to say—

Worthy of the screen

That wouldn’t mock. dismiss,

Or turn me away.

I juggle with a basket under my arm,

Collecting words or songs—

Joy, lament, silly and comical,

Mine or others,

Whatever life is made of.

Pages spill over, margins claimed,

Many half-written, abandoned.

Some barely begun, no endings in sight.

My basket, aged, keeps collecting–

Not to complete, not for display.

Scatted words tucked into a crack,

Waiting for a tune to lift them–

To walk or fly,

Destinations unknown,

But to taste freedom.

We are made of words,

We are made of songs,

Turning each other’s pages,

Lending margins when needed.

9 responses to “Words and Songs”

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    yennayi

    Wow…

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    yennayi

    Thanks.

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    yennayi

    Yes. We are made of words. We are full of them. Our hands, feet, eye brows, and hips talk.

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    yennayi

    Thank you.

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    superblysaladce67dfdbdd

    Very touching 😉 free style

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    Anonymous

    I am full of words 😄

    and sometimes too much

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    Anonymous

    Oh my word this is lovely! Thank you for the images you create.

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    Anonymous

    I really like this one, Yenna. It speaks to me.

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    Anonymous

    Always thought you are a good poet/writer, you just keep getting better!

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