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
Brave & Reckless 
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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Wow, I love this description of words, the ‘feeling’ of them.
“they dart delicately hummingbirds toward the tip of my tongue then change direction abruptly midflight”
Amazing.
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So very true.
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Thank you Melanie
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Indeed, tricky little buggers those words. How appropriate as a first poem of the year.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christien Ray – Flighty words
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