Words Poem by Carolyn Michael

I can’t talk
I grab at winged words that slip
Around my fingers
I jump to reach the high ones
But they float like smoke
The heavy words are worst
They stand in front of me
Like ancient pyramids
I can touch ‘em, smell ‘em
They taunt me and tease me
But they’re too big to lift
I can’t talk

My eyes close
And I see ‘em dancing
All different colors and shapes
Drifting with gravity
Flashing and spinning
They were always here
And they are beautiful
I get ‘em ready
Shave off a corner
Switch a color
Stack a few
I push ‘em out
I push ‘em out and oh
They flow so good oh
They flow like water
Over silk skin
But he don’t wanna hear
He don’t wanna hear