words are wily things
that wiggle
and twist
‘round my mouth
they dart delicately
hummingbirds
toward the tip
of my tongue
then change direction
abruptly midflight
swallowed
once again
I long to give them wing
allow them to feel the sun
the air
but they nest
deeply in my throat
unseen
unsaid
© 2020 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Is this NEW POETRY!!!!
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Indeed it is! My first poem of 2020 in fact.
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I AM SO EXCITED!!!
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LOL. Me too!
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So very true.
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Thank you Melanie
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