Words

Rating: 2.9

What has happened?
language eludes me
the nice specifying
words of my life fail
when I call

Ah says a friend
dried up no doubt
on the desiccated
twigs in the swamp
of the skull like
a lake where the
water level has been
shifted by highways
a couple of miles off

Another friend says
No no my dear perhaps
you are only meant to
speak more plainly

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Karen Sinclair 25 October 2012

wonderful piece of retrospect...... i think most struggle from time to time

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