As I Exercise my Mouth
Moving Lips North and South
There are no words coming Out
No Bad Words
No Sad Words
No Swear Words
No Dare Words
No Blaming Words
No Shaming Words
No Friggin Words at All
Silence is Golden
So are empty Pages
every poem is a thought, two thoughts, three thoughts. there's not better or worst. i like this poem. (but I talk like a candy-child)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words will come to you........ if you're like me it's usually in the middle of night, when I've no pen or paper by my bed, and you don't want to wake up your other half. Trouble is, by the morning it's gone completely from your brain. Writing poetry can be hard sometimes. I'll do some thinking for you, now isn' that kind. Love Ernestine XXX